For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire,... Show'd me the high, white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire. Even now their whispers pierce the gloom: What dost thou in this living tomb?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin That pines for man shall awaken her womb to enormous joys... In the secret shadows of her chamber: the youth shut up from The lustful joy shall forget to generate & create an amorous image In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow. Are not these the places of religion, the rewards of continence, The self-enjoyings of self-denial? why dost thou seek religion? Is it because acts are not lovely that thou seekest solitude Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Happy Insect, happy Thou, Dost neither Age, nor Winter know....
But when thou'st drunk, and danc'd, and sung Thy fill, the flowry Leaves among, (Voluptuous, and Wise withal, Epicurean Animal!) Satiated with thy Summer Feast, Thou retir'st to endless Rest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Foolish prater, What dost thou So early at my window do?... Cruel bird, thou'st ta'en away A dream out of my arms to-day; A dream that ne'er must equall'd be By all that waking eyes may see. Thou this damage to repair Nothing half so sweet and fair, Nothing half so good, canst bring, Tho' men say thou bring'st the Spring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »