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|OH, the sweet lies lurk in kisses ! Oh, the charm of make-believe ! Oh, to be |
deceived sweet bliss is, Bliss still sweeter to deceive ! What thou'lt grant, I know,
my fairest, Vowing, "Nay, I never must!" I will trust whate'er thou swearest, I will
|Oh what lies lurk in kisses. —Heinrich Heine (1797–1856) Music brings out the |
passions of love perhaps like no other art form, as the troubadours and other
medieval composers certainly knew. In his Republic, Plato equates music with
|Of them all, the kiss of an actress is the most unnerving. How can we tell if she |
means it or if she's just practicing? RUTH GORDON (b. 1 896), U.S. playwright,
actor. Benjy. in The Leading Lady, act 2 (1948). 6 Oh what lies lurk in kisses!
|“'Oh, what lies lurk in kisses,'” she quoted angrily and then sighed. “I'll miss Edwin |
Alcott's kiss. We only shared one, but it was unforgettable.” Back at Storyton Hall,
Sterling was waiting for her in the garage. His face was drawn with fatigue.
|Oh what lies lurk in kisses! I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an |
old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind. Sleep is good, death is better; of
course, it would be best never to have been born at all. If one has no heart, one ...
|Jill Gregory. “Oh what lies lurk in kisses!” ~Hein/rich Heine NIGHT THUNDER C/|
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|Think, how much, how much is left thcc, How the world is still so fair ! And, heart |
mine, whate'er delights thec, Thou to love mayst freely dare ! "In den Kussen
welcke Luge." OH, the sweet lies lurk in kisses ! Oh,, the charm of make-believe !
|But what — oh, what. ... They fled — I told a lie, ... a light trunk and a heavy heart, I |
lurk'd about your house to kiss and part ; But missing you— somehow my way
miss'd me, I cross'd the lock, yet could not find the quay; What with weak spirits, ...
|They fled—I told a lie, and sold the goods, Some kettles, bedsteads, tables, |
curtain-rods, And fled the spot. I knew 'twas not too late To rum-or (I should say)
to emigrate :— So with a light trunk and a heavy heart, I lurk'd about your house
to kiss ...
|C3h, the sweet lies lurk in kisses! Oh, the charm of make-believe! Oh, to be |
deceived sweet bliss is, Bliss still sweeter to deceive! What thou'lt grant, l know,
my fairest, Vowing, "Nay, l never must!" l will trust whate'er thou swearest, l will