Amores

Ovid

Ovid. Ovid's Art of Love (in three Books), the Remedy of Love, the Art of Beauty, the Court of Love, the History of Love, and Amours. Dryden, John, et al., translator. New York: Calvin Blanchard, 1855.

  1. There hatch their young, and there the om'nous owl.
  2. How mad to use such tablets must I be?
  3. Curst and ill fated, as their parent tree!
  4. Were these fit things soft sentiments to bear,
  5. And to a lady tell a lover's care?
  6. Lawyers, on you, might horrid jargon write,
  7. With sound the ear, with sense the soul to flight.
  8. Well might your plain the wicked writings bear
  9. Where the rich miser robs the ruin'd heir.
  10. When I first purchas'd you, I feared no less,
  11. Your numbers even made me doubt success:
  12. May you by worms be in old age devour'd,
  13. And by all mortals as by me abhor'd.
  1. Aurora, rising from old Tithon's bed,
  2. Does o'er the eastern skies her roses spread:
  3. Stay, beauteous morn, awhile thy chariot stay,
  4. Awhile with lagging wheels retard the day.
  5. So may young birds, as often as the spring
  6. Renews the year, o'er Memnon's ashes sing.
  7. Now I lie folded in Corinna's arms,
  8. And all her soul is mine, and all her charms;
  9. I now am to her panting bosom press'd,
  10. And now, if ever lover was, am bless'd.
  11. As yet sweet sleep sits heavy on our eyes,
  12. And warbling birds forbid, as yet to rise.
  13. Stay, beauteous morning, for to love-sick maids
  14. And youths, how grateful are these dusky shades!
  15. All stay, and do not, from the blushing east,
  16. With dawning glories break our balmy rest.
  17. When night's black mantle does those glories hide,