honey-dew

And I will never, now, I believe, make it from, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" all the way down to "And close your eyes with holy dread,/For he on honey-dew hath fed,/And drunk the milk of Paradise."

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring: Just Do It Because I Say So Elizabeth Boleman-Herring 2012

And I will never, now, I believe, make it from, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" all the way down to "And close your eyes with holy dread,/For he on honey-dew hath fed,/And drunk the milk of Paradise."

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring: Just Do It Because I Say So Elizabeth Boleman-Herring 2012

And I will never, now, I believe, make it from, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" all the way down to "And close your eyes with holy dread,/For he on honey-dew hath fed,/And drunk the milk of Paradise."

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring: Just Do It Because I Say So Elizabeth Boleman-Herring 2012

And I will never, now, I believe, make it from, "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" all the way down to "And close your eyes with holy dread,/For he on honey-dew hath fed,/And drunk the milk of Paradise."

Elizabeth Boleman-Herring: Just Do It Because I Say So Elizabeth Boleman-Herring 2012

Together they conspired, and from the air and earth they sweated all sweetness till in a mist of their own love the leaves of the chaparral and the manzanita were dewed with the honey-dew.

CHAPTER X 2010

His honey-dew of lips is like the grateful water draught

The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night 2006

So he clasped her in his arms and strained her fast to his breast and sucked her lip, till the honey-dew ran out into his mouth; and he laid his hand under her left-armpit, whereupon his vitals and her vitals yearned for coition.

The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night 2006

And they used to give him drink of the honey-dew of their lips42 these beauties with the high bosoms, adorned with grace and loveliness, the perfection of brilliancy and in shape very symmetry.

The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night 2006

Probably in her late walk home, some sweet, poisoned breeze, redolent of honey-dew and miasma, had passed into her lungs and veins, and finding there already a fever of mental excitement, and

Shirley, by Charlotte Bronte 2004

Of course, happiness of such shallow origin could be but brief; yet, while it lasted it was genuine and exquisite: a bubble — but a sweet bubble — of real honey-dew.

Villette 2003