LIPS QUOTES III
quotations about lips
You feel on your lips a kiss
Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life ...
ARTHUR RIMBAUD
"Romance", Collected Poems
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
ALFRED TENNYSON
Fatima
I will kiss thy lips;
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Like the petals of the Rose
When the dews their scent disclose,
Soft as velvet tho' they be,
Fragrant of the Dawn and thee,
Yet thy lips are sweeter far
Than all garden Roses are.
CHARLES WILLIAM CAYZER
"Altar of Roses", By the Way of the Gate
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
LAURENCE HOPE
"Lost Delight", India's Love Lyrics: Collected & Arranged in Verse
Lips, like hanging fruit, whose hue
Is ruby 'neath a bloom of blue.
THOMAS GORDON HAKE
"The Exile", Poems
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Shall this nectar
Run useless, then, to waste? or ... these lips,
That open like the morn, breathing perfumes,
On such as dare approach them, be untouch'd?
They must--nay, 'tis in vain to make resistance--
Be often kissed and tasted.
PHILIP MASSINGER
The Parliament of Love
Her lips were like nourishment to him, her moans like an intoxicating wine.
MARGARET FALCON
Triangle
A quiet smile played around his lips,
As the eddies and dimples of the tide
Play round the bows of ships.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
"The Building of the Ship"
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Cyrano de Bergerac
thick lips
devouring drink and women
an elemental force
like Balzac done by Rodin
MARTIN GRAY
Death of Villeneuve and Other Poems
Her lips are roses, overwashed with dew.
ROBERT GREENE
"Menaphon's Eclogue", Greene's Arcadia
Lips with such sweetness in their honeyed deeps
As fills the rose in which a fairy sleeps.
EDWARD BULWER LYTTON
King Arthur
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV
Lolita
But when lips' speech mute lips have ratified,
And our hearts' music is intensely blent,
I'll lay me on thy lap, and cry--Content!
THOMAS WADE
"Contentment", Mundi et Cordis
Her lips are like two budded roses,
Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh,
Within which bounds she balm encloses,
Apt to entice a deity.
THOMAS LODGE
Rosalynde; or, Euphues Golden Legacy
O naked flower
of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown
or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries
you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans
of a childhood groping among its reveries
to sort out finally its cold precious stones.
STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ
"Hérodiade", Selected Poems
Her lippes, erst like the corall redde,
Did waxe both wan and pale.
ANONYMOUS
"Fair Rosamond", Strange Histories, or Songs and Sonnets of Kinges, Princes, Dukes, Lords, Ladyes, Knights, and Gentlemen
Her lips were like living fire. He could not take his own away. He forgot everything.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM
The Magician