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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Heart Quotes
  • It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the brickbat. They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant. It is greatly to be regretted, for both their sakes.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Stones Quotes , Sake Quotes