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. Whilst my fair combatant herself betray'd.
  2. But when she naked stood before my eyes,
  3. Gods, with what charms did she my soul surprise!
  4. What snowy arms did I both see and feel!
  5. With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell!
  6. Plump as ripe clusters rose each glowing breast,
  7. Courting the hand, and suing to be press'd!
  8. What a smooth plain was on her belly spread,
  9. Where thousand little loves and graces play'd!
  10. What thighs! what legs ! but why strive I in vain,
  11. Each limb, each grace, each feature to explain
  12. One beauty did through her whole body shine;
  13. I saw, admir'd, and press'd it close to mine
  14. The rest who knows not? Thus entranc'd we lay,
  15. Till in each other's arms we died away;
  16. 0 give me such a noon, ye gods, to ev'ry day!
  1. Slave, if thou worthy of thy chains wouldst be,
  2. A grateful office do to love and me.
  3. Unbar the wicket, and a friend admit;
  4. The trouble is not much, nor favour great.