<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Enjoyment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come my Laura, come my love;<br>Come my tender turtle-dove;<br>Let me from this host retire,<br>To languish in a softer fire,<br>How the waving elms invite us!<br>How the rosy bowers delight us!<br>How their am'rous foldings twine,<br>To imitate thy arms and mine!<br>See these snowy lilies blowing,<br>With the blushing roses glowing,<br>Silently the soul inspire,<br>To kindle at thy lover's fire:<br>See these springing violets rise,<br>Animated by thy eyes;<br>Lavishly their charms they spread,<br>To make a soft enamelled bed;<br>And like this downy swelling breast,<br>They rise, and languish to be pressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But O thou happy, happy grove,<br>Sacred to the God of love,<br>With the thickest umbrage shade us,<br>Let no piercing rays invade us:<br>Let no light but Beauty's charm us,<br>Let no heat but Beauty's warm us;<br>Make our artificial light,<br>Close and sweet as our delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, my dear, no longer coy,<br>Let us give a thought to joy!<br>Then, closely lay thy lips to mine,<br>And let our souls and bodies join:<br>Let me suck thy balmy breath,<br>And fainting, glory in my death.<br>Take me dying to thy arms,<br>Ah me! I die with pleasing pain,<br>O kindle me to life again.<br>And now, my brighter Queen of Love,<br>I'll confess the stronger Jove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happiest transport, dearest blessing,<br>Sweetest-rapture past expressing!<br>Who can tell the thrilling pleasure,<br>When the nymph resigns her treasure!<br>When she melts in ripen'd blisses,<br>Breathing out her soul in kisses!<br>When in Paradise she lies,<br>And rolls her pretty dying eyes:<br>While the Snake with softer strains,<br>Sweetly stings her tickling veins!<br>She pants, she sighs, she heaves her charms,<br>And locks her vig'rous lover in her arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Pattison">William Pattison</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585900" data-title="The Enjoyment de William Pattison" data-description="Come my Laura, come my love;/Come my tender turtle-dove;/Let me from this host retire,/To languish in a softer fire,/How the waving elms invite us!/How the rosy bowers delight us!/How their am'rous foldings twine,/To imitate thy arms and mine!/See..."></div> </div> </div>

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