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.
- Now I lie folded in Corinna's arms,
- And all her soul is mine, and all her charms;
- I now am to her panting bosom press'd,
- And now, if ever lover was, am bless'd.
- As yet sweet sleep sits heavy on our eyes,
- And warbling birds forbid, as yet to rise.
- Stay, beauteous morning, for to love-sick maids
- And youths, how grateful are these dusky shades!
- All stay, and do not, from the blushing east,
- With dawning glories break our balmy rest.
- When night's black mantle does those glories hide,