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My lips till then had only knownSweet, rosy, darling mouth,—I kissed her.
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My lips till then had only knownSweet, rosy, darling mouth,—I kissed her.
My love and I for kisses played;Take your own kisses; give me mine again."
Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
Once he drewMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
Girl, when he gives you kisses twain,And you may need a kiss—some day.
A kiss from my mother made me a painter.
She said out of pity for him, "I shall give you a kiss if you like," but though he once knew, he had long forgotten what kisses are, and he replied, "Thank you," and held out his hand, thinking she had offered to put something into it. This was a great shock to her, but she felt she could not explain without shaming him, so with charming delicacy she gave Peter a thimble which happened to be in her pocket, and pretended that it was a kiss.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection,—these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.
With a Kiss I'd pass the Key.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
Well, I'm already going to Hell for kissing you, so I may as well take the scenic route.
Pain is the kiss of Christ.
Come again: sweet love doth now invite,With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.
A kiss is a contact, a union, an exchange. It is unknown to certain races and tribes, while others know it and consider it with disgust. They all suffer a loss. A kiss can be a cold formula, or a token of familial relationship or a prelude to the act of love. It can also be a revelation in an unspoken, secret language of feelings that have never been expressed in words.
Kiss girls all you want to — it beats the hell out of card games.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Rhett Butler: Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don't think I will kiss you — although you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.
You must remember this As time goes by.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
A slice of pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.
What was our parting ?—one wild kiss,As life were past away.
A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true.
I’ve touched some sentencesand have kissed some words.
Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kingsIn hidden light and laughter.
"Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
When I saw you, I was afraid of meeting you. Now that I love you, I'm afraid of losing you.
Time found our tired love sleeping,A single pulse of pain.
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?From bud to flower in the way of roses.
For tho' I know he loves me, As all the dreams I had.
The Brady Bunch Movie.
If you can kiss the mistress, never kiss the maid.
Blush, happy maiden, when you feelThe lips which kiss the tears away.
But is there nothing else,Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Remember the Viper:—'twas close at your feet,As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.
* * * And when my lips meet thineThy very soul is wedded unto mine.
Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.
I was betrothed that day;I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
First time he kiss'd me, he but only kiss'dAnd ever since it grew more clean and white.
Something made of nothing, tasting very sweet,It has no great significance, it loses half its power.
Comin' through the rye, poor body,Need a body cry?
Jenny, she's aw weet, peer body,Peer body.
Come, lay thy head upon my breast,And I will kiss thee into rest.
A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.
If a body meet a body going to the Fair,If a body kiss a body need a body care?
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
The kiss you take is paid by that you give:The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.
Tell me who first did kisses suggest?The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,—My soul will wake!
Jenny kissed me when we met,Jenny kissed me.
Drink to me only with thine eyesAnd I will pledge with mine.
A soft lip,Would tempt you to eternity of kissing!
Favouritism governed kissage,Even as it does in this age.
My lips the sextons areOf thy slain kisses.
When she kissed me once in play,Not if kiss'd by other men.
What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst,The first swete Dropp of our long Showre.
Says he—"I'd better call agin;"An'—Wal, he up an' kist her.
The kiss, in which he half forgets even such a yoke as yours.
Why do I not kiss you, Philænis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philænis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philænis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philænis, sins against nature.
I throw a kiss across the sea,I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.
I rest content; I kiss your eyes,I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."
One kiss the maiden gives, one last,Long kiss, which she expires in giving.
Kiss—kiss—thou hast won me,Bright, beautiful sin.
How should great Jove himself do else than missTo win the woman he forgets to kiss.
Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it to thy lips, fill the cup with kisses, and so give it me.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it?Told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
Young gentlemen, pray recollect, if you please,From kissing young fellows through holes in the wall!
Give me kisses! Nay, 'tis trueEvery moment—and again.
Thou knowest the maiden who ventures to kiss a sleeping man, wins of him a pair of gloves.
Yet whoop, Jack! kiss Gillian the quicker,Till she bloom like a rose, and a fig for the vicar!
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.
And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
O, a kiss,I carried from thee, dear.
Or ere I couldShakes all our buds from growing.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,And that's a feeling disputation.
It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married.
Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss,As seal to this indenture of my love.
Take, O take those lips away,Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
But, thou know'st this,'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Teach not thy lips such scorn; for they were madeFor kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.
And steal immortal blessing from her lips;Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
This done, he took the bride about the neckThat at the parting, all the church did echo.
I'll take that winter from your lips.
Why, then we'll make exchange; here, take you this,And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the careerOf laughter with a sigh?
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live;With food of saddest memory kept alive.
As in the soft and sweet eclipse,When soul meets soul on lover's lips.
