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The Basia of Johannes Secundus Nicolaius: And the Pancharis of Johannes ...
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addressed admired appears arms balmy Basium beaming bear beauteous beauties blest bliss blooming blushing Bonnefons bosom breast breath bright cease charms cheeks circling cold cruel dear death delicious delight desire dews ecstasy edition Epigram Ev'n ev'ry eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame flow fond gave gentle give glances glowing grace hands happy heart hour idea imitated kiss leave light limbs live lost love's lover maid means Mechlin mind Neæra neck never night NOTES o'er once pain pale Pancharis passion play pleasing pleasure poem poet rage raptures rest rise rose rosy round Secundus sense shades shed shine sigh smiles soft Soon soul spirit spring sweet sweetly tears tender thee thine thou thousand thrilling thy lips tongue translation turn Venus wanton warm wild youth
Page 158 - Read in these roses the sad story Of my hard fate and your own glory : In the white you may discover The paleness of a fainting lover; In the red, the flames still feeding On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding. The white will tell you how I languish, And the red express my anguish : The white my innocence displaying The red my martyrdom betraying. The frowns that on your brow resided Have those roses thus divided ; Oh ! let your smiles but clear the weather And then they both shall grow together...
Page 67 - Till admiration form intense desire. Half -deity is he who warm may press Thy lip, soft swelling to the kindling kiss; And may that lip assentive warmth express, Till love draw willing love to ardent bliss. Circling thy waist, and circled in thy arms, Who, melting on thy mutual-melting breast, Entranc'd enjoys love's whole luxurious charms, Is all a god!— is of all Heaven possest.
Page 72 - For Love's sake, kiss me once again; I long, and should not beg in vain. Here's none to spy or see; Why do you doubt or stay? I'll taste as lightly as the bee, That doth but touch his flower, and flies away.
Page 73 - ... gone; Can he that loves ask less than one? Nay, you may err in this, And all your bounty wrong: This could be called but half a kiss; What we're but once to do, we should do long! I will but mend the last, and tell Where, how, it would have relished well ; Join lip to lip and try : Each suck the other's breath, And whilst our tongues perplexed lie, Let who will think us dead, or wish our death.
Page 80 - ... but our manner more naturally transfers it to the lips. Such is the effect that Plato tells us he felt from a kiss, in a distich, quoted by Aulus Gellius: Tftv t^-J^rv AygduvSC yiXWV, tVt ^EiXiaiV tff^OTtt HX9i •)»«(! ri rXn/«.u> us SiaCtxroiut»ti.
Page 157 - I 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, I would my heart had been as thine, Or else thy heart had been as mine.
Page 154 - TO CYNTHIA. THEN wide through Rome — and is it, Cynthia, true ? Thy name is blown ; thy wanton actions fly : Look'd I for this ! — this, traitress ! thou shalt rue ; The northern wind shall teach me constancy. One, whom thy sex's treachery less inspires, I'll seek ; who from my song will covet fame ; Whose shamelessness will not insult my fires ; Whose nimble tongue shall scandalize thy name. Oh long beloved ! too late thy tears will flow ! Now fresh...
Page 149 - Not far from thence, the Mournful Fields appear, So call'd from lovers that inhabit there. The souls, whom that unhappy flame invades, In secret solitude and myrtle shades Make endless moans, and, pining with desire, Lament too late their unextinguish'd fire. Here Procris, Eriphyle here he found Baring her breast, yet bleeding with the wound Made by her son. He saw Pasiphae there, With Phaedra's ghost, a foul incestuous pair.
Page 72 - I with strange desire To kiss those rosy lips am set on fire, Yet will I cease to crave Sweet touches in such store, As he who long before From Lesbia them in thousands did receive. Heart mine, but once me kiss, And I by that sweet bliss Even swear to cease you to importune more : Poor one no number is ; Another word of me ye shall not hear After one kiss, but still one kiss, my dear.