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Poems about Erotica
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PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept
Against my wont. A little child
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new;
The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue;
That she forcèd not his harmes
Her bewtye's power to prove.
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;
Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
Your laughter is light, your caress deep, Your cold kisses love the harm they do;
Whether they’re his or mine, what difference to me?
I use them just as well as if I’d bought them myself.
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer:
Of France the pride and honour I aver;
NO easy matter 'tis to hold,
Against its owner's will, the fleece
I have robbed the garrulous streets, Thieved a fair girl from their blight,
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,
In rocky gulch and grassy vale,
What is better than leaving a bar
in the middle of the afternoon
AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen,
A man of rank admired her lovely mien.
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,
In ev'ry age works miracles a store;
Delightful visions of my lonely hours!
Charm of my life and solace of my care!
AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old,
And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,)
Down the strait vistas where a city street
Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances,
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;
To found our tales on what we can rely;
My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber Has left bright reflections in the room
A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear,
With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear,
Prolong the night, Goddess who sets us aflame! Hold back from us the golden-sandalled dawn!
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale,
In which (though true, decorum must prevail),
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease
Both names and titles, freely as they please.
HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
WHO knows the world will never feel surprise,
When men are duped by artful women's eves;
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid
A CLOISTERED nun had a lover
Dwelling in the neighb'ring town;
BOCCACE alone is not my only source;
T'another shop I now shall have recourse;
I AM always inclined to suspect
The best story under the sun
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,
The last effusions of my muse to grace.
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