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A lip like Persuasions, calling on us to kiss it. Anacreon | 1 |
Lips just tinted like pink shells. Anonymous | 2 |
Lips that flamed like scarlet wine. Anonymous | 3 |
Lips like coralline. Arabian Nights | 4 |
Dainty lips like double carnelian. Arabian Nights | 5 |
Lips, as smooth and tender
as rose-leaves in a coppice wild. Thomas Ashe | 6 |
Curving lips like wave half-furled. Alfred Austin | 7 |
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow. Philip James Bailey | 8 |
Music lives within thy lips like a nightingale in roses. Philip James Bailey | 9 |
Her lippes, erst like the corall redde, Did waxe both wan and pale. English Ballad | 10 |
Lippes like roses dropping dew. English Ballad | 11 |
Her lips were like pomegranate blossoms. Arlo Bates | 12 |
A lip like ripest cherries. Beaumont and Fletcher | 13 |
The Circassian damsels
lips are like taverns of wine. Beaumont and Fletcher | 14 |
Lips Curved like an archers bow to send the bitter arrows out. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 15 |
Lips shook Like a rose leaning oer a brook, Which vibrates though it is not struck. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 16 |
Lips with such sweetness in their honeyed deeps As fills the rose in which the fairy sleeps. Edward Bulwer-Lytton | 17 |
Lips like the red of Christmas holly. Frances Hodgson Burnett | 18 |
Her lips are like the cherries ripe That sunny walls of Boreas screen. They tempt the taste and charm the sight. Robert Burns | 19 |
Her lips like dewy rosebuds are. Wilfred Campbell | 20 |
Lippes rede as rose. Geoffrey Chaucer | 21 |
Her lips are like two budded roses whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh. Henry Constable | 22 |
Lips gay like the rose. Lady Florence Dixie | 23 |
Her lips are like the muscatel. Austin Dobson | 24 |
Like rubies are created their two lips. Fazil-Bey | 25 |
Lips as rounded as a cherry. Edmund Gosse | 26 |
Lips like warm carnations. Edmund Gosse | 27 |
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narciss flower. Robert Greene | 28 |
With lips, like hanging fruit, whose hue Is ruby neath a bloom of blue. T. Gordon Hake | 29 |
Lips that spoil the rubys praise. John Harrington | 30 |
Red lips like a living, laughing rose. Laurence Hope | 31 |
A quiet smile played around his lips, As the eddies and dimples of the tide play round the bows of ships. Henry W. Longfellow | 32 |
Lips, That open like the morn, breathing perfumes, On such as dare approach them. Philip Massinger | 33 |
Lips
like a ripe raspberry. Catulle Mendès | 34 |
Lips like the carmines ruddy glow. Francis S. Saltus | 35 |
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh. George Sandys | 36 |
Lips
like roses ere they blow. John G. Saxe | 37 |
Ruby lips
like rosebuds in spring. Stephen Smith | 38 |
Her lips lyke cherries charming men to byte. Edmund Spenser | 39 |
Lips like rose-petals blown apart. Frank L. Stanton | 40 |
Lips like blood spilt on it. John M. Synge | 41 |
Lips like the honeyed lips of Hylas. Bayard Taylor | 42 |
Lips, parting like a loose bow, that just has launched its arrow. Bayard Taylor | 43 |
My lips are like a thread of scarlet. Old Testament | 44 |
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh. Old Testament | 45 |
The red colour of her lips like that of a gourd. Vikram and the Vampire | 46 |
From lips as the lips of Hylas sweet, And moved like twin roses which zephyrs meet. John Greenleaf Whittier | 47 |
Through the open lips shone visibly a delicate line of pearl, Like a white vein within a rosy shell. N. P. Willis | 48 |
Lippd like a lily, and as white as it. N. P. Willis | 49 |
Like sunset were her lips. William Butler Yeats | 50 |
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