T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
The Enjoyment
By William Pattison (17061727)(From Poetical Works, 1728) COME my Laura, come my love; | |
Come my tender turtle-dove; | |
Let me from this host retire, | |
To languish in a softer fire, | |
How the waving elms invite us! | 5 |
How the rosy bowers delight us! | |
How their am’rous foldings twine, | |
To imitate thy arms and mine! | |
See these snowy lilies blowing, | |
With the blushing roses glowing, | 10 |
Silently the soul inspire, | |
To kindle at thy lover’s fire: | |
See these springing violets rise, | |
Animated by thy eyes; | |
Lavishly their charms they spread, | 15 |
To make a soft enamelled bed; | |
And like this downy swelling breast, | |
They rise, and languish to be pressed. | |
But O thou happy, happy grove, | |
Sacred to the God of love, | 20 |
With the thickest umbrage shade us, | |
Let no piercing rays invade us: | |
Let no light but Beauty’s charm us, | |
Let no heat but Beauty’s warm us; | |
Make our artificial light, | 25 |
Close and sweet as our delight. | |
And now, my dear, no longer coy, | |
Let us give a thought to joy! | |
Then, closely lay thy lips to mine, | |
And let our souls and bodies join: | 30 |
Let me suck thy balmy breath, | |
And fainting, glory in my death. | |
Take me dying to thy arms, | |
Ah me! I die with pleasing pain, | |
O kindle me to life again. | 35 |
And now, my brighter Queen of Love, | |
I’ll confess the stronger Jove. | |
O happiest transport, dearest blessing, | |
Sweetest-rapture past expressing! | |
Who can tell the thrilling pleasure, | 40 |
When the nymph resigns her treasure! | |
When she melts in ripen’d blisses, | |
Breathing out her soul in kisses! | |
When in Paradise she lies, | |
And rolls her pretty dying eyes: | 45 |
While the Snake with softer strains, | |
Sweetly stings her tickling veins! | |
She pants, she sighs, she heaves her charms, | |
And locks her vig’rous lover in her arms. | |