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am'rous amor arms bacio baiser balmy bard basia BASIUM beauteous beauty beauty's bestow Bishop of Utrecht blest bliss bloom blushing boards Bonefonius bosom breast breath CATULL Catullus Chaoniae charms cheek colla Cupid darts delight DORAT doux Edition elegant EPITHALAMIUM equal this Olympus ev'ry Everardus eyes fair felix juvenis flow'r fond glow happy pair happy swain heart Hymettus illa Inque Jove joys kiss labellum labra labris lacertis Lesbia love's maid manu Mechelen meis mihi mistress Muretus nata ne'er Neaera neck nectar nectar'd Nicolaus nymph o'er thy oculis Olympus strives oscula Ovid poem poet poetic pow'r Propertius Qualia Quce queen quid quis quoque rapture rose Secundus semper show'rs Sicani sighs smiles soft soul suaviolum sunt suspiria sweet tears tender that's happy thee thine thou thro thy lips tibi Tibullus translated Tunc Venus vermil Virgil voluptuous wanton youth
Page 152 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 4 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 48 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Page 100 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Page 152 - Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow, Are of those that April wears. But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
Page 53 - Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain, Then, hid in shades, eludes her eager swain ; But feigns a laugh to see me search around, And by that laugh the willing fair is found.
Page 26 - L'aura serena che fra verdi fronde Mormorando a ferir nel volto viemme...
Page 38 - Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly ;) But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 66 - Furi, qui me ex versiculis meis putastis, quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum. nam castum esse decet pium poetam ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est; qui tunc denique habent salem ac leporem, si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici et quod pruriat incitare possunt, non dico pueris, sed his pilosis, qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.