Give me, my love, that billing kiss I taught you one delicious night, When, turning epicures in bliss, We tried inventions of delight. Come, gently steal my lips along, And let your lips in murmurs move, - Ah, no! - again - that kiss was wrong - How can you be so dull, my love? 'Cease, cease!' the blushing girl replies - And in her milky arms she caught me - 'How can you thus your pupil chide; You know' twas in the dark you taught me!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL BORDER BALLAD [OR MARCH, OR SONG], FR. THE MONASTERY by WALTER SCOTT |