LIPS QUOTES III
quotations about lips
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
Lips, like hanging fruit, whose hue
Is ruby 'neath a bloom of blue.
THOMAS GORDON HAKE
"The Exile", Poems
Lips moulded in love are tremulously full of the glowing softness they borrow from the heart, and electrically obedient to its impulses.
GRACE GREENWOOD
Greenwood Leaves: a Collection of Sketches and Letters
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
Heart on her lips and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
LORD BYRON
Beppo
How much the lips express all can tell; they are curled by pride or anger, drawn thin by cunning, smoothed by benevolence, and made placid by effeminacy; fine lips indicate exquisite susceptibilities.
DR. PORTER
attributed, Day's Collacon
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
LAURENCE HOPE
"Lost Delight", India's Love Lyrics: Collected & Arranged in Verse
If I could choose my paradise,
And please myself with choice of bliss,
Then I would have your soft blue eyes
And rosy little mouth to kiss;
Your lips, as smooth and tender, child,
As rose-leaves in a coppice wild.
THOMAS ASHE
"No and Yes", Songs Now and Then
If you want me just whistle. You know how to whistle don't you? Just put your lips together and blow.
LAUREN BACALL
To Have and Have Not
A woman's lips are a type of door into voluptuousness.
JAMES WADDELL
Erotic Perception: Philosophical Portraits
Her lips were like nourishment to him, her moans like an intoxicating wine.
MARGARET FALCON
Triangle
Saith the lover of his mistress: The rose is disgraced by the redness of her cheeks, and the juice of the grape desireth to resemble the moisture of her lips.
IBN MATRÛH
attributed, Day's Collacon
Her eager sense delighted, fondly sips
Th' ambrosiac honey of her lover's lips,
Who while his love-tale telling, roses speaks.
JOHN CADWALADER M'CALL
"The Troubadour", The Troubadour and Other Poems
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
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Her lips are roses, overwashed with dew.
ROBERT GREENE
"Menaphon's Eclogue", Greene's Arcadia
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
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"
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Romeo and Juliet
Lips like the carmine's ruddy glow.
FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS
"The Ghoul", Honey and Gall: Poems