Her lips are roses overwashed with dew.
-- Greene
-- Greene
Related:
- Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.... - When willie talks,
see if her lips move... - Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! ... - Kiss the tear from her lip,
you'll find the rose the sweeter for the dew. --... - O love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips,
as sunlight drinketh dew. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809... - Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.
James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring,... - She used to love her heroin but now she's under ground
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Guns 'n... - Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,
And her conception of the joyous Prime.
Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book... - Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime,
and sunny as her skies. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824)...
