The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Calls the worn captive, with the gentle kiss

Of winds, and gush of waters, and the sight

Of the green earth.

Mrs. Hemans.

FROM “PHILASTER.”

Let me love lightning, let me be embraced

And kissed by scorpions, or adore the eyes

Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues

Of hell-bred women.