Basia Joannis Secundi Nicolai Hagensis or The Kisses of Joannes Secundus Nicolaius of the Hague. In Latin and English Verse. With the Life of Secundus, and a Critic upon his Basia. Adorn'd with a Cut of the Author, and another of his Mistress Julia, engrav'd by the famous Bernard Picart the Roman [by George Ogle] |
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KISS XIII.
Languid I lay from the too pleasing Strife;And void, imbracing and imbrac'd, of Life.
From my dry'd Mouth my wasted Spirit flies,
Nor with one Gale my panting Heart supplies.
Now, swims tremendous Styx before my Sight;
And the sad Realm of Solitary Night.
Now, near-at-hand, the gloomy Bark appears,
And Charon, yet more horrible, in Years.
When a moist Kiss, drawn from her in-most Breast,
Neæra on my burning Lips impress'd.
Kiss! that, beyond the Force of Death, restores!
Kiss! that transports me from th' Infernal Shores!
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And sends the Stygian God without his Freight!
No;—not un-fraught He parted, bounteous Maid!
But to the Manes bore my mournfull Shade:
While of thy Soul a Part within Me lives,
And Vigor to my fainting Body gives.
Yet droops full-oft, in Sorrow for the Change;
(For lodg'd so well, what Soul cou'd bear to range?)
And ah! full-oft, impatient of delay,
Strives to return, thro' ev'ry secret Way.—
Again, to my Relief, Belov'd, repair!
Feed thy own Soul with her own Native Air!
Quickly, e'er yet a sadder Flight I take;
E'er yet my fainting Body She forsake.
Still to my Lips your Lips, Tenacious, join;
Still with your Soul, Assiduous, nourish Mine.
Till, in long Extasies of wild Desire,
Together, Both one happy Death expire.
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