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.
- Where shame may hope its guilty head to shroud.
- And now my love Corinna did appear,
- Loose on her neck fell her divided hair;
- Loose as her flowing gown, that wanton'd in the air.
- In such a garb, with such a grace and mien,
- To her rich bed came the Assyrian queen;
- So Lais looked when all the youth of Greece
- With adoration did her charms confess.
- Her envious gown to pull away I tried,
- But she resisted still, and still denied;
- But so resisted that she seem'd to be
- Unwilling to obtain the victory;
- So I at last an easy conquest had,
- Whilst my fair combatant herself betray'd.
- But when she naked stood before my eyes,
- Gods, with what charms did she my soul surprise!
- What snowy arms did I both see and feel!
- With what rich globes did her soft bosom swell!
- Plump as ripe clusters rose each glowing breast,
- Courting the hand, and suing to be press'd!