Basia: The Kisses of Joannes Secundua and Jean Bonnefons; with a Selection from the Best Ancient and Modern Authors

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C. Blanchard, 1860 - Dutch poetry - 224 pages
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Page 216 - each foot a hand had seen. And when in mind I did consent To follow this my fancy's will; And when my heart did first relent To taste such bait my life to spill
Page 127 - the warmth of truth imprest; Yet, no—the fatal kiss may lie, Upon thy lip its sweets would die, Or bloom to make a rival blest. Take back the vows that, night and day. My heart rcceiv'd, I thought, from
Page 129 - in classic hours of old. Some fair Athenian girl, perhaps. Upon her hand this gem displayed, Nor thought that time's eternal lapse Should see it grace a lovelier maid. Look, darling, what a sweet design, The more we
Page 185 - Glossy ringlets all behind, Streaming buxom to the wind; When along the lawn she bounds, Light as hind before the hounds; And the youthful ring she fires. Hopeless in their fond desires. As her flitting feet advance. Wanton in the winding dance. Tell me, shepherds, have
Page 208 - I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm; There I should wither, pale and brief. The trophy of thy fairer form.
Page 215 - tongue did talk of love, To thee that hast true love down thrown] I would my lips, and tongue also. Had then been dumb, no deal to go.
Page 216 - And when my hands have handled aught That thee hath kept in memory; And when my feet have gone and sought To find and get thee company;
Page 130 - And thus, like her, my hand I lay Upon thy wreathed hair behind: And thus I fee! thee breathing sweet, As slow to mine thy head
Page 170 - And from your wishful eyes shall stream The dewy light of passion's flame ; While now and then a look shall glance. Your senses lost in am'rous trance, That fain my rudeness would reprove. Yet plainly tells how strong you love: The roses,
Page 169 - And lay your glowing cheek to mine; Close to my broader manlier chest I'll press thy firm proud-swelling breast; Now rising high, now falling low. As passion's tide shall ebb or flow. My murm'ring tongue shall speak my

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