Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad;... And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,... Tempting the two too modest; can Ye see it brustle like a swan, And you be cold To meet it when it woos and seems to fold The arms to hug you? Throw, throw Yourselves into the mighty overflow Of that white pride, and drown The night with you in floods of down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
See where she comes, and smell how all the street, Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: oh, how sweet!... As a fired altar is each stone, Perspiring pounded cinnamon. The phoenix-nest, Built up of odours, burneth in her breast. Who therein would not consume His soul to ash-heaps in that rich perfume,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A little meat best fits a little belly, As sweetly Lady, give me leave to tell ye,... This little Pipkin fits this little Jelly.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »