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But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully read more
But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.
First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
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First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'd
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since it grew more clean and white.
Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
But if as read more
Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,
A most delicious compound, with ingredients complete;
But if as on occasion the heart and mind are sour,
It has no great significance, it loses half its power.
Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
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Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not a strawberry there was so ripe nor so sweet
As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's read more
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.
Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow read more
Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The read more
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!