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Tag Name "Lass" (26)

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Caelen?” “Aye, lass?” “You were right.” “What was I right about?” “Kissing. ’Tis a most wondrous thing.” She could sense his smile.
Maya Banks
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Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa la la... The Spring clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at winter's sadness. Fa la la.
Thomas Morley
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The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, Is always happy, reign whoever may, And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
William Cowper
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[On Princess Anne:] Such an active, outdoorsy lass. She loves nature in spite of what it did to her.
Bette Midler
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Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Diana Gabaldon
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I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know. 'Lass'? Where did that come from? I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.
Gabrielle Zevin
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I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seenShe was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!
George Wither
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A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather The world is good, and the people are good, And we 're all good fellows together.
John O'Keefe
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A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
John Suckling
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Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock. His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh. She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.
Karen Marie Moning
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You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.
Karen Marie Moning
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Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter
Karen Marie Moning
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Let's get something straight, MacKeltar. I am not going home with you. I am not going to bed with you, and I am not wasting one more moment arguing with you. I promise not to mock you when you change your mind, lass.
Karen Marie Moning
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Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen Here 's to the widow of fifty Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant queen, And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty! Let the toast pass Drink to the lass I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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But stories that live longest Are sung above the glass, And Parnell loved his country And Parnell loved his lass.
William Butler Yeats
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It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding Sweet lovers love the spring.
William Shakespeare
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Mo Nighean donn, he whispered, mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart. Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Diana Gabaldon
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Yes, I am an Irish lass through and through.
Erin Andrews
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It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Parson and Doctor!--don't they love rarely Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Then see how the rascal yields!
George Meredith
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I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.” “Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.
Jeaniene Frost
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Amo, amas, I love a lass, As a cedar tall and slender Sweet cowslip's grace is her nominative case, And she's of the feminine gender.
John O'Keefe
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She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. Oh, God. Nay, lass. Connor.
Julie Garwood
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You have splendid breasts, lass, he purred, cupping the plump mounds. Splendid, he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen
Karen Marie Moning
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He looked blank. “He’s the one who’s been doing the magic against us?” “Duh,” I said. “Doona be ‘duh’ing me, lass,” he growled, his burr thickening.
Karen Marie Moning
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