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. My neck she folded with a soft embrace,
  2. Now kissed my eyes, now wanton'd o'er my face,
  3. Now lov'd to dart her humid tongue to mine,
  4. Now would her pliant limbs around me twine,
  5. And sooth, by thousand ways, the sweet design.
  6. The moving blandishments of sound she tried,
  7. And, " My dear life, my soul, my all," she cried.
  8. In vain, alas ! the nerves are slacken'd still,
  9. And I prov'd only potent in my will;
  10. A poor inactive sign of man I made,
  11. And might as well for use have been a shade.
  12. If old I live, how shall I old prevail,
  13. When in my youth I thus inglorious fail?
  14. The bloom of years becomes my shameful moan,
  15. Now in full growth the ripen'd man is shown,
  16. But not the strength of man to her was known.
  17. Untouched by brothers, sisters thus retire,
  18. Or vestals rise to watch th' eternal fire;