Kisses:: Being a Poetical Translation of the Basia of Joannes Secundus Nicolaius. With the Original Latin Text. To which is Prefixed, an Essay on His Life and Writings..Sherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1812 - 184 psl. |
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Kisses:– Being a Poetical Translation of the Basia of Joannes Secundus ... Janus (Secundus) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
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am'rous amorous arms bacio BAISER balmy bard basia BASIUM beauteous beauty beauty's Bishop of Utrecht blest bliss bloom blushing boards Bonefonius bosom breast breath Catullus charms cheek colla cùm Cupid Cypria darts dear delight dominæ DORAT doux Edition elegant EPIG equal this Olympus ev'ry Everardus eyes fair felix juvenis flow'r fond gale glow hæc happy pair happy swain heart hinc Hymettus illa Inque Joannes Secundus Jove joys kiss labellum labra labris lacertis Lesbia lèvres love's maid manu Mechelen meis mihi mistress Muretus ne'er Neæra neck nectar nectar'd Nicolaus nymph o'er thy Olympus strives oscula Ovid poem poet pow'r Propertius puella felix Quæ Qualia quàm quid quis quoque rapture rose semper show'rs Sicani sighs smiles soft soul suaviolum suspiria sweet tender Thaïs thee thine thou thro thy lips tibi Tibullus translated Tunc Venus vermil VIRG Virgil voluptuous wanton youth
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152 psl. - 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.
124 psl. - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now...
4 psl. - 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.
48 psl. - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
100 psl. - 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.
152 psl. - 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.
53 psl. - 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.
26 psl. - L'aura serena che fra verdi fronde Mormorando a ferir nel volto viemme...
38 psl. - 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.
66 psl. - 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.