Imitated From Catullus. To Anna.
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire, Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss, and cling to thee, Nought should my kiss from thine dissever. Still would we kiss, and kiss forever; E'en though the number did exceed, The yellow harvest's countless seed, To part would be a vain endeavour, Could I desist? - ah! never - never.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George Gordon Byron delivers a powerful performance in "Imitated From Catullus. To Anna."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...