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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EROTICA ROMANA *** Produced by Harry Haile, Mike Pullen, and David Widger
I Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossomsβ As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots: Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime, Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today. You, stand here at my side, good Priapusβalbeit from thieves I've Nothing to fear. Freely pluck, whosoever would eat. βHypocrites, those are the ones! If weakened with shame and bad conscience One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden, Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts, Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
II Tell me ye stones and give me O glorious palaces answer. Speak O ye streets but one word. Genius, art thou alive? Yes, here within thy sanctified walls there's a soul in each object, ROMA eternal. For me, only, are all things yet mute. Who will then tell me in whispers and where must I find just the window Where one day she'll be glimpsed: creature who'll scorch me with love? Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over To her and from her I'll go, squandering valuable time? Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars, I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip. With my business accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple, AMOR's temple alone, take the initiate in. Rome, thou art a whole world, it is true, and yet without love this World would not be the world, Rome would cease to be Rome.
III More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good fortune! Cupid sagaciously led past those palazzos so fine. He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered) What, beneath tapestries rich, gilded boudoirs conceal. One may if one wishes call him a blind, wanton boyβbut I know you, Clever Cupid, too well! O, incorruptible god! We were by no means inveigled to enter faοΏ½ades so majestic; Somber cortilοΏ½ we passed, balcony high and gallant, Hastening onward until an humble but exquisite portal Offered a refuge to both, ardent seeker and guide. Here he provides me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for; Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me. βIsn't that heaven on earth? Say, beautiful Lady Borghese, What would you give to me more? βYou, Nipotina, what yours? Banquets and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso? These but deprive my sweet boy of his most opportune times. Finery, haughtiness do not entice me. Does one not lift a Gown of the finest brocade just as one lifts common wool? If she's to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom, Doesn't he want her to be free from all brooches and chains? Must not the jewelry, and then the lace and the bustles and whalebone All of it come off entire, if he's to learn how she feels? I encounter no troubles like those. Simple dress of rough homespun, At but a lover's mere touch, tumbles in folds to the floor. Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linenβ Just as a nursemaid might, playfully up to her bed. Drapings of satin are absent; the mattress is quite unembroidered. Large is this room where the bed offers its comfort for two. Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it; Let any mortal find rest, softer, wherever he can. We are content with Cupid's delights, authentic and nakedβ And with the exquisite creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
IV Ask whomever you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging, High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined. "Tell me, was Werther authentic? Did all of that happen in real life?" "Lotte, oh where did she live, Werther's only true love?" How many times have I cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth! Were he my brother, why then I 'd have murdered poor Werther. Yet his despondent ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge. That's the way "Marlborough," the ditty, follows the Englishman's travels Down to Livorno from France, thence from Livorno to Rome, All of the way into Naples and then, should he flee on to Madras, "Marlborough" will surely be there, "Marlborough" sung in the port. Happily now I've escaped, and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed: That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you, Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
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I Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossomsβ As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots: Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime, Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today. You, stand here at my side, good Priapusβalbeit from thieves I've Nothing to fear. Freely pluck, whosoever would eat. βHypocrites, those are the ones! If weakened with shame and bad conscience One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden, Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts, Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
II Tell me ye stones and give me O glorious palaces answer. Speak O ye streets but one word. Genius, art thou alive? Yes, here within thy sanctified walls there's a soul in each object, ROMA eternal. For me, only, are all things yet mute. Who will then tell me in whispers and where must I find just the window Where one day she'll be glimpsed: creature who'll scorch me with love? Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over To her and from her I'll go, squandering valuable time? Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars, I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip. With my business accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple, AMOR's temple alone, take the initiate in. Rome, thou art a whole world, it is true, and yet without love this World would not be the world, Rome would cease to be Rome.
III More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good fortune! Cupid sagaciously led past those palazzos so fine. He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered) What, beneath tapestries rich, gilded boudoirs conceal. One may if one wishes call him a blind, wanton boyβbut I know you, Clever Cupid, too well! O, incorruptible god! We were by no means inveigled to enter faοΏ½ades so majestic; Somber cortilοΏ½ we passed, balcony high and gallant, Hastening onward until an humble but exquisite portal Offered a refuge to both, ardent seeker and guide. Here he provides me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for; Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me. βIsn't that heaven on earth? Say, beautiful Lady Borghese, What would you give to me more? βYou, Nipotina, what yours? Banquets and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso? These but deprive my sweet boy of his most opportune times. Finery, haughtiness do not entice me. Does one not lift a Gown of the finest brocade just as one lifts common wool? If she's to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom, Doesn't he want her to be free from all brooches and chains? Must not the jewelry, and then the lace and the bustles and whalebone All of it come off entire, if he's to learn how she feels? I encounter no troubles like those. Simple dress of rough homespun, At but a lover's mere touch, tumbles in folds to the floor. Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linenβ Just as a nursemaid might, playfully up to her bed. Drapings of satin are absent; the mattress is quite unembroidered. Large is this room where the bed offers its comfort for two. Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it; Let any mortal find rest, softer, wherever he can. We are content with Cupid's delights, authentic and nakedβ And with the exquisite creak /crack of the bed as it rocks.
IV Ask whomever you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging, High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined. "Tell me, was Werther authentic? Did all of that happen in real life?" "Lotte, oh where did she live, Werther's only true love?" How many times have I cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth! Were he my brother, why then I 'd have murdered poor Werther. Yet his despondent ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge. That's the way "Marlborough," the ditty, follows the Englishman's travels Down to Livorno from France, thence from Livorno to Rome, All of the way into Naples and then, should he flee on to Madras, "Marlborough" will surely be there, "Marlborough" sung in the port. Happily now I've escaped, and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed: That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you, Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
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