 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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THE KISS.
Illa nisi in lecto nusquam potuere doceri.
Ovid, lib. ii. eleg. 5.
Give me, my love, that billing kiss
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
I taught you one delicious night,
When, turning epicures in bliss,
We tried inventions of delight.
Come, gently steal my lips along,
And let your lips in murmurs move.—
Ah, no!—again—that kiss was wrong,—
How can you be so dull, my love?
And let your lips in murmurs move.—
Ah, no!—again—that kiss was wrong,—
How can you be so dull, my love?
“Cease, cease!” the blushing girl replied—
And in her milky arms she caught me—
“How can you thus your pupil chide?
You know 't was in the dark you taught me!”
And in her milky arms she caught me—
“How can you thus your pupil chide?
You know 't was in the dark you taught me!”
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