The soul whose bosom lust did never touch Is God's fair bride; and maiden's souls are such. — Tertullian Copy Share Image
Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share Image
Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Number eight, the silver one, belongs to Artemis. She vowed to be a maiden forever. So of course, no kids. The cabin… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Chastity seems to have come as a late development. What the primitive maiden dreaded was not the loss of her virginity but… — Charmian Clift Copy Share Image
Novels, since the birth of the genre, have been full of rejected, seduced, and abandoned maidens, whose proper fate is to die... — Margaret Drabble Copy Share Image
I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night… — George Arnold Copy Share Image
I don't have a bank account because I don't know my mother's maiden name and apparently that's the key to the whole… — Paula Poundstone Copy Share Image
I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
She hath sent forth her maidens: she crieth upon the highest places of the city, / Whoso is simple, let him turn… — Bible Copy Share Image
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
If you go to Atlanta, the first question people ask you is, "What's your business?" In Macon they ask, "Where do you… — John Berendt Copy Share Image
Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task. Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“ Autumn The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her… — Kalidasa Copy Share Image
When I was sixteen, I danced before an audience without music. At the end someone suddenly cried 'its Death and the Maiden'.… — Isadora Duncan Copy Share Image
The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“If the bible be true, God commanded his chosen people to destroy men simply for the crime of defending their native land.… — Robert G. Ingersoll Copy Share Image
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green… — Joyce Cary Copy Share Image
Have you an unexpurgated copy of Hannah More's 'Letters to a Village Maiden'? — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Poetry was the maiden I loved, but politics was the harridan I married. — Joseph Howe Copy Share Image
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
