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 II.
As the young en-amour'd Vine
Round her Elm delights to twine;
As the clasping Ivy throws,
Round her Oak, her wanton Boughs:
So close, expanding all thy Charms,
Fold Me, Neæra, in thy Arms!
Closer, Neæra, cou'd it be,
Wou'd my fond Arms in-circle Thee.
Round her Elm delights to twine;
As the clasping Ivy throws,
Round her Oak, her wanton Boughs:
So close, expanding all thy Charms,
Fold Me, Neæra, in thy Arms!
Closer, Neæra, cou'd it be,
Wou'd my fond Arms in-circle Thee.
The jovial Friend shall tempt in vain
With Humor, Wit, and brisk Champaigne;
In vain shall Nature call for Sleep;
We'll Love's eternal Vigils keep.
Thus, thus, for-ever let us lie;
Dissolving in Excess of Joy;
'Till Fate shall with one single Dart,
Transfix the Pair it cannot part.
With Humor, Wit, and brisk Champaigne;
In vain shall Nature call for Sleep;
We'll Love's eternal Vigils keep.
Thus, thus, for-ever let us lie;
Dissolving in Excess of Joy;
'Till Fate shall with one single Dart,
Transfix the Pair it cannot part.
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Thus join'd, we'll fleet like Venus' Doves,
And seek the blest Elysian Groves,
Where Spring in Rosy Triumph reigns,
Perpetual o'er the joyous Plains.
There, Lovers of Heroic Name,
Revive their long-extinguish'd Flame;
And o'er the fragrant Vale advance
In shining Pomp to form the Dance:
Or sing of Love, and gay Desire,
Responsive to the warbling Lyre;
Reclining-soft in blissfull Bow'rs,
Purpled-sweet with springing Flow'rs:
And cover'd with a silken Shade
Of Laurel, mix'd with Myrtle, made;
Where, flaunting in Immortal Bloom,
The Musk-Rose scents the verdant Gloom:
Thro' which the whisp'ring Zephyrs fly
Softer than a Virgin's Sigh.
And seek the blest Elysian Groves,
Where Spring in Rosy Triumph reigns,
Perpetual o'er the joyous Plains.
There, Lovers of Heroic Name,
Revive their long-extinguish'd Flame;
And o'er the fragrant Vale advance
In shining Pomp to form the Dance:
Or sing of Love, and gay Desire,
Responsive to the warbling Lyre;
Reclining-soft in blissfull Bow'rs,
Purpled-sweet with springing Flow'rs:
And cover'd with a silken Shade
Of Laurel, mix'd with Myrtle, made;
Where, flaunting in Immortal Bloom,
The Musk-Rose scents the verdant Gloom:
Thro' which the whisp'ring Zephyrs fly
Softer than a Virgin's Sigh.
When we approach those blest Retreats,
Th' Assembly strait will leave their Seats;
Admiring much the matchless Pair;
So fond the Youth, the Nymph so fair!
Daughters and Mistresses to Jove,
By Homer fam'd of old for Love;
In Homage to thy matchless Grace,
Will give Pre-eminence of Place.
Helen herself will soon agree
To rise, and yield her Rank to Thee.
Th' Assembly strait will leave their Seats;
Admiring much the matchless Pair;
So fond the Youth, the Nymph so fair!
Daughters and Mistresses to Jove,
By Homer fam'd of old for Love;
In Homage to thy matchless Grace,
Will give Pre-eminence of Place.
Helen herself will soon agree
To rise, and yield her Rank to Thee.
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