Quotes About Lass

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;Here's to the widow of fifty;Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,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.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparallel'd.

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.

The poor lass had been wounded and banished from heaven, threatened by a demon, and groped by a vampire, all in one night.

We want you gone. Your presence is obviously upsetting for her. Oh, aye, the poor, wee lass -- who tossed me like a skipping stone.

Not going to walk me to the door?" I asked, pretending to be shocked at his lack of gallantry. "Of course I am. many would think that a bonny lass such as yerself wouldst be able to stay out of trouble for a distance of fifteen feet, but I know better." "Did you just use the words yerself and wouldst in the same sentence? You can't be a pirate and a courtier at the same time, Dev. It just isn't done.

Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into innocent italics when occasion required. "What

I am a Bard..." (From Avetik Isaakian, Armenian Poetry) I am a bard – I am a heaven bird, I need no any richness of the world. I love a flower and so charming lass In aromatic springs that never pass. I love a whisper, very gentle and long, And, in full silence, a despondent song.

Then a wayward glance from a lass, a moment of red, bursting fury from a stranger, a blow given and a blow returned, and all that might have been my life vanished like a fog upon the fens beneath a summer sun.

Oh, Evina, Tildy said on a sigh. I raised ye better than this, lass. Ye can no' run about kidnapping naked men and bringing them home, no matter how handsome and strapping and well-hung they are.

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.

Methinks marriage has made my brother soft," Alaric replied. " 'Tis a shame when a puny lass has to save his arse.

If I have to bar the door, I will. I can be a very accommodating man, lass, but you've sorely tried my will. I've given you until tomorrow to trust me with whatever you're hiding. After that, I can promise you won't like my hospitality any longer." "I don't like it now," she said crossly. She waved her hand in his direction. "You can leave. I'll only be going to bed now.

His oldest brother continued gazing at him. "Ye certain about this? I reckon ye could find a lass who's a lot less trouble." "Aye. Mayhap I could. But she's my adae, and I'll nae be without her.

Say it again, Aden," she whispered after a too-long moment. "All of that?" "I will punch you, you know." That made him grin. Remarkable, this lass. "I love ye, Miranda. I like ye, I admire ye, and I love ye.

Is that all we mortals are? The victims of tortured irony to amuse an insane murder of gods? A murder of crows, a murder of gods-I like that, lass.

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.

Stunned, she looked down. Up. Down. Up again. Slowly. "Take your time, lass," he murmured, so softly she scarcely heard him. His next comment was deliberately beyond her audible range, a silky "I plan to with you.

I can, and am. 'Tis a dying man's last request," he said roughly. "I want you to remember me as a man, lass, as your man. Not as a prisoner of Dark Magycks. I doona want you to watch me die. Promise me you won't, Jessica. Promise me and mean it.

Have you never seen a horse before, lass? They doona answer to 'horse.' They have no idea they are horses. 'Tis like sauntering into the forest, saying, 'Here, boar, boar, boar. I should like to roast you for dinner.

These resemble no chicken fingers I've ever seen, lass. And I saw a fair amount of chickens in my day. There was this wench in the stables with the most remarkable . . . well, never mind that. You must grow fowl considerably larger now. I shudder to ponder the size of their beaks.

We've a bit of a problem, Kat. Have you someone to watch the wee lass?" His second use of the word "lass" finally penetrated a brain of concrete. Kat blinked, as slow comprehension dawned. "Christian?" she exploded softly. "Is that YOU?" His lips drew back in a silent snarl. Then "Och, Christ, tell you didn't think I was Cruce! Do I look that bad?" She nodded vehemently, "Yes." "Bloody hell," he growled.

You'd do a Highland husband proud, lass," he whispered.

His eyes flared dangerously. Did the lass think to share such intimacies with him and then rescind them? Och, nay, Dageus MacKeltar didn't go backward. She would find that out soon enough.