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Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place O, to abide in the desert with thee!
It seemed that angels carried a cherry flavor in their mouths and it was her favorite.
I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
Sweet Washington cherries and Walla Walla onions are two of my favorite local treats.
Brynna replies I think you spell it c-o-c-k. But you're not suppose to spell it, Jules, you're suppose to suck it
Of course cher . A proper southern woman never allows a simple misunderstanding get in the way of hospitality.
Although to be fair, cherry picking isn't quite what we do. Cherries are sweet and delicious. What we do is more turd mining. And I'll thank you to give our work the respect it deserves!
To Hell with the cherub! roared Comandante Marescotti.
Sweetness cloys. Tart fruit and tart women give life its savor ... Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence.
What makes you a chaffinch?
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
A crier of green sauce.
Shall be verra pleased when he's taken his damned cheroots
Why did you call me that?"
"Cinda? Because no one else does.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
Cherchez la femme, Bucky. Remember that.
A dainty rogue in porcelain
The balls were dry as wood, you had to lick and suck at them before they tasted like sour cherries. If you chewed them well, the pit felt very smooth and hot on the tongue. Those night cherries were a happy thing, but they only sharpened our hunger.
She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips.
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
Sitting under the candlenut tree in the courtyard is pleasant in the afternoon. Laced in shadows, frangipani & coral hibiscus ward away the memory of recent evil. The sisters go about their duties, Sister Martinique tends her vegetables, the cats enact their feline comedies & tragedies.
Cowgirl...or Belle. Just not Cow Belle.
If I practice Cherokee along with backing tracks would it be Chereoke?
You did not sell nor wanted to buy me Ice cream.
You gave me my most favourite flavour.
Petra Hermans
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
That Cherry Bounce must be good stuff.
ceviche. It was a summertime staple at my
Mama Ganache chocolate
I've got to remember to ask her if she can tie a knot in a cherry with it, too. Not that it matters. I have no use for knotted cherries. But
It was a beautiful voice. He wanted to reply to it. But he couldn't work out how to. It was very dark. 'Cheradenine?' A very patient voice. Concerned, somehow, but a hopeful voice; a cheerful, even loving voice. He tried to remember his mother. 'Cheradenine?' the voice said again.
When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
Life is a bowl of cherries just make sure you spit out the pits
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
Where shall I find a style to catch a stroll,
Chablis on ice, a crisply toasted roll,
The agate succulence of cherries ripe?
The sunset's far, the ocean's splashing cool
Can offer solace to a sunburned nape.
You are just a bowl full of cherries," Cynthia snatched the phone away and started dialing.
"No my dear doctor friend, you are confused with someone who wants to blow smoke up your furry butt. What I am is a bowl full of wake the hell up and smell the roses.
This better be shit you can handle without Merry gettin' a pissed off look, Cher. 'Cause you pissed off gives me a quiver. Merry pissed off might mean I'm in the dark with a shovel and a flashlight, coverin' a brother's ass by buryin' bodies.
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
I've tried everything else, I'll try God."- Cherie.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Circe's got everything on you, bitch.
CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.
Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
Between our two lives
there is also the life of
the cherry blossom.
Chestnuts are delicacies for princes and a lusty and masculine food for rusticks, and able to make women well-complexioned.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
jessamine. Flowering
Beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
Holy ripened fuckcheese!
Hey, princess of Popsicles! Queen of curlicue cones.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Kaitlyn Parker has popped Martin Sandeke's spooning cherry." I felt his smile grow just before he said, "It's only fair. I hope to pop your forking cherry.
What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
A girl's name ending in 'a' - that always suggests a 'C' cup.
mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants.
To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent myself I think, As long as you don't overdue the pink.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
Everything begins with chioce.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.
Cherish the fabulous, the fantastic, the beautiful, the graceful, the moments of abandon, laughter, quirkiness. Cherish the tiny incredible details, the gigantic & varied display, and the infinite depths - of life.
How could you not learn from Cher with her work ethic and the way she commands attention when she walks into a room, but exudes such peaceful tranquility and love for everyone. She just makes you feel warm and welcome and more inspired to do a better job because you want to step up to the plate.
Disgraces are like cherries, one drawes another.
[Disgraces are like cherries, one draws another.]
Secluded in her living room, the midday sun dimmed by long, burgundy drapes - the soft velvet cloth a steal on EBay - Circe watches the soapies on her plasma screen TV. Her elegant fingers deliver fine chocolates to her perfect lips. Her divine green eyes are dull, her expression glazed.
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry?
Is it because it must die or because it must carry on?
A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
The cherry blossom tree is truly a sight to behold, especially when it is in full riotous bloom. There are several varieties of the cherry blossom tree, and while most of them produce flowering branches full of small pinkish-hued flowers, some of them produce actual cherries.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Little cherub of the sea, come and play with me. Come and play with me, dearest cherub of the sea. Please come play with me, In the mad, mad sea.
Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.
We still have to put some cherry syrup on it, and then we can eat it
I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.
An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
Hmm," Logan hummed in his ear. "You don't taste like a cherry anymore."
Tate turned his head on the pillow. "A cherry? I don't - "
"Yep," Logan interrupted, kissing his cheek. "I popped it, sucked on the seed, then licked it all up, and made it mine.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
Beautiful, luscious and flowing. Atop the governor's head.
She'd always known that if she'd picked the right man to pluck her cherry, he would appreciate her good taste.
Gwen,Kiss Of The Highlander
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
what Cremica can make even Britannia and Parle cannot make!
Oh, sweet cherry tree-
how lovely your blossoms are.
Spring brings joy to life.
If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
My curiosity sister of larks.
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.