Lord Byron Quotes about Kissing

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As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

Lord Byron

Kissing, Blue, Wind

Lord Byron (2015). “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage”, p.47, Sheba Blake Publishing

For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

Lord Byron

Kissing, Hands, Gentleman

LORD BYRON (1875). “DON JUAN”, p.136

Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.

Lord Byron

Eye, Kissing, Yellow

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.38, Delphi Classics

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Lord Byron

Regret, Eye, Kissing

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.792, Delphi Classics

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past - For years fleet away with the wings of the dove - The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

Lord Byron

Kissing, Past, Blood

Lord Byron (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Lord Byron (Illustrated)”, p.52, Delphi Classics