The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdoteBombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
History
The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdote
Bombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
Kissing
“I pressed my lips to his once brilliant and now rayless eyes,—I swept
his hair from his brow, and kissed that, too. He suddenly seemed to rouse
himself; the conviction of the reality of all this seized him.
“‘It is you,—is it, Jane? You are come back to me, then?’
“‘I am.’”
* * * * *
In “Lothair,” Mr. Disraeli does not leave his hero and heroine until they
start to “walk the long path in peace together:”
“‘Where can they have all gone?’ said Lady Corisande, looking round. ‘We
must find them.’
“‘And leave this garden?’ said Lothair. ‘And I without a flower, the only
one without a flower? I am afraid that is significant of my lot.’
“‘You shall choose a rose,’ said Lady Corisande.
“‘Nay; the charm is, that it should be your choice.’
“But choosing the rose lost more time, and, when Corisande and Lothair
reached the arches of golden yew, there were no friends in sight.
“‘I think I hear sounds this way,’ said Lothair, and he led his companion
farther from home.
“‘I see no one,’ said Corisande, distressed, and when they had advanced a
little way.
“‘We are sure to find them in good time,’ said Lothair. ‘Besides, I
wanted to speak to you about the garden at Muriel. I wanted to induce
you to go there and help me to make it. Yes,’ he added, after some
hesitation, ‘on this spot—I believe on this very spot—I asked the
permission of your mother two years ago to express to you my love. She
thought me a boy, and she treated me as a boy. She said I knew nothing
of the world, and both our characters were unformed. I know the world
now. I have committed many mistakes, doubtless many follies; have formed
many opinions, and have changed many opinions; but to one I have been
constant, in one I am unchanged, and that is my adoring love to you.’
“She turned pale, she stopped, then, gently taking his arm, she hid her
face in his breast.
“He soothed and sustained her agitated frame, and sealed with an embrace
her speechless form. Then, with soft thoughts and softer words, clinging
to him, he induced her to resume their stroll, which both of them now
wished might assuredly be undisturbed. They had arrived at the limit
of the pleasure-grounds, and they wandered into the park and its most
sequestered parts. All this time Lothair spoke much, and gave her the
history of his life since he first visited her home. Lady Corisande said
little, but, when she was more composed, she told him that from the first
her heart had been his, but everything seemed to go against her hopes.
Perhaps at last, to please her parents, she would have married the Duke
of Brecon, had not Lothair returned; and what he had said to her that
morning at Crecy House had decided her resolution, whatever might be her
lot, to unite it to no one else but him. But then came the adventure of
the crucifix, and she thought all was over for her, and she quitted town
in despair.”
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