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With That She Dasht Her On The Lippes, So Dyed Double Red
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With that she dasht her on the lippes,
So dyed double red:
Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
Soft were those lips that bled.
-- William Warner (1558-1609)
-- Albion's England, Book viii, Chap. xli, stanza 53
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We thinke no greater blisse then such To be as be we would, When blessed none but such as be The same as be they should.
-- William Warner (1558-1609) -- Albion's England, Book x, Chap. lix, stanza 68...
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 45...
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head....
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head....
Is Death that woman's mate? /Her/ lips were red, /her/ looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold
Her skin was white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold....
Which was performed to a T. -- Francis Rabelais (1495-1553) -- Works, Book iv, Chap. xli
If brains were dynamite, she wouldn't have enough to blow her nose.
What is a war criminal? Was not war itself a crime against God and humanity, and, therefore, were not all those who sanctioned, engineered, and conducted wars, war criminals?
War criminals are not confined to the Axis Powers alone....
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii, Line 163...