KISSES
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?
Burns. Taken from an old song, The Bobtailed Lass. Found in Ane Pleasant Garden of Sweet-scented Flowers. Also in Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, in the British Museum. Vol. V. P. 430. Ed. 1787. While it seems evident that the river Rye is referred to, the Editor of the Scottish American decides it is a field of grain that is meant, not the river.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Jenny, she's aw weet, peer body,
Jenny's like to cry;
For she hes weet her petticoats
In gangin' thro' the rye,
Peer body.
Said to be the joint production of Miss
Blamire and Miss Gilpin, before 1794.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
And I will kiss thee into rest.
| author = Byron
| work = The Bride of Abydos.
| place = Canto I. St. 11.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = A long, long kiss, a kiss of youths and love.
Btbon—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 186.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures
are past—
For years fleet away with the wings of the
dove—
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
| author = Byron
| work = The First Kiss of Love. St. 7.
Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loath to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met,
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.
Edmund Vance Cooke—Kisses Kept Are
Wasted.
If a body meet a body going to the Fair,
If a body kiss a body need a body care?
James C. Cross. Written for the pantomime,
Harlequin Mariner. '(1796)
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.
Drayton—Sonnet.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
George Eliot—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
L. 251 from end of Bk.
KISSES
It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.
Margaret W. Fuller—Dryad Song.
| seealso = (See also West)
The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.
Geo. Granville
| cog = (Lord Lansdowne)
| work = Heroic
Love. Act V. Sc. 1.
Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
The fair month of May was then in its pride.
The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,
The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.
Heine—Book of Songs. New Spring. Prologue. No. 25. St. 2.
Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
| author = Herrick
| work = Hesperides. To Anthea.
What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve:
The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
| author = Herrick
| work = Hesperides. A Kiss.
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!
Victor Hugo—Come When I Sleep.
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me.
Leigh Hunt—Jenny Kissed Me. ("Jenny"
was Mrs. Carlyle.}})
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I'll not ask for wine
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I will pledge with mine.
Ben Jonson—The Forest. To Celia.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Philostratus)
is A soft lip,
Would tempt you to eternity of kissing!
Ben Jonson—Volpone; or, the Fox. Act I.
Sc. 1.
Favouritism governed kissage,
Even as it does in this age.
Kipling—Departmental Ditties. General Summary.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>My lips the sextons are
Of thy slain kisses. George Eric Lancaster—In Pygmalion in Cyprus. P. 18. (Ed. 1880)
