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 VII.
Kisses, in Rapture un-control'd
An Hundred by an Hundred told;—
An Hundred, yet too scanty Store,
Told by an ample Thousand o'er;—
A Thousand, yet e'er I refrain,
Told by a Thousand o'er again;—
As many Thousands as before,
Told by as many Thousands more,
As are the Drops that fill the Main,
Or Stars that gild th' Ætherial Plain;—
All These, and Millions yet un-told;—
While Thee, thus closely I infold,
Closely I'll give these Rosy Cheeks;
This Lip that swells; this Eye that Speaks!
An Hundred by an Hundred told;—
An Hundred, yet too scanty Store,
Told by an ample Thousand o'er;—
A Thousand, yet e'er I refrain,
Told by a Thousand o'er again;—
As many Thousands as before,
Told by as many Thousands more,
As are the Drops that fill the Main,
Or Stars that gild th' Ætherial Plain;—
All These, and Millions yet un-told;—
While Thee, thus closely I infold,
Closely I'll give these Rosy Cheeks;
This Lip that swells; this Eye that Speaks!
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As fondly-clasping, Arms in Arms,
Thy Lover thus devours thy Charms,
And reaping Kisses now He seeks,
Those Fields of Roses, blooming Cheeks!
Now, to those Lips, soft-swelling, flies!
Now, to those sweetly-speaking Eyes!
In vain thy restless Lover seeks,
To view those rosy-blooming Cheeks.
Nor rosy-blooming Cheeks He spies,
Nor swelling Lips, nor speaking Eyes.
Nor yet that Look of pleasing Smiles;
That Look! which all his Cares beguiles.
That Look! which, (as the God of Day
Chases the gath'ring Clouds away,
When thro' mid Æther, mildly bright,
He guides the lucid Steeds of Light,
Dispels the Shades, corrects the Storms,
And all the Face of Heav'n reforms:)
Still beaming-soft with Golden Rays,
The Tumults of his Soul allays,
Drives from his Eyes all mournful Tears,
Drives from his Thoughts all gloomy Fears.
Thy Lover thus devours thy Charms,
And reaping Kisses now He seeks,
Those Fields of Roses, blooming Cheeks!
Now, to those Lips, soft-swelling, flies!
Now, to those sweetly-speaking Eyes!
In vain thy restless Lover seeks,
To view those rosy-blooming Cheeks.
Nor rosy-blooming Cheeks He spies,
Nor swelling Lips, nor speaking Eyes.
Nor yet that Look of pleasing Smiles;
That Look! which all his Cares beguiles.
That Look! which, (as the God of Day
Chases the gath'ring Clouds away,
When thro' mid Æther, mildly bright,
He guides the lucid Steeds of Light,
Dispels the Shades, corrects the Storms,
And all the Face of Heav'n reforms:)
Still beaming-soft with Golden Rays,
The Tumults of his Soul allays,
Drives from his Eyes all mournful Tears,
Drives from his Thoughts all gloomy Fears.
What jealous Wars, the while, arise,
Sweet Maid! between my Lips and Eyes!
While to possess Thee, all-intire,
Now These, Now Those by Turns aspire!
How shall I think to share thy Love?
How bear a Rival ev'n of Jove?
When scarce my Eyes thy Beauties share!
And scarce my Lips for Rivals bear!
Sweet Maid! between my Lips and Eyes!
While to possess Thee, all-intire,
Now These, Now Those by Turns aspire!
How shall I think to share thy Love?
How bear a Rival ev'n of Jove?
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And scarce my Lips for Rivals bear!
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