| "And light and darkness meet on the nape of your neck, under your curls..." | |
| "At times he could have sworn "he felt his beloved's warm breath on the nape of his neck." | |
| "His hands caressed the nape of her neck, "hands that had killed, hands that could wield the mightiest sword, | |
| "I can still feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck." I'll be moseying along now. | |
| "Shoots, nape of English, Capello quill again neck, "... ... | |
| "And light and darkness meet on the nape of your neck, under your curls..." | |
| "At times he could have sworn "he felt his beloved's warm breath on the nape of his neck." | |
| "His hands caressed the nape of her neck, "hands that had killed, hands that could wield the mightiest sword, | |
| "I can still feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck." I'll be moseying along now. | |
| "Shoots, nape of English, Capello quill again neck, "... ... | |
| Champagne and "ca-napes," Mr. Malloy. | |
| Forty-eight napes, 36 lilac crowns and two mealies. | |
| I sold the four napes. | |
| Let's see some napes. | |
| O that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks and make but an interior survey of your good selves. | |
| Champagne and "ca-napes," Mr. Malloy. | |
| Forty-eight napes, 36 lilac crowns and two mealies. | |
| I sold the four napes. | |
| Let's see some napes. | |
| O that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks and make but an interior survey of your good selves. | |
| Look at that splay-legged, plantered, spavined... wind-broke, damned droop-naped, galled stumbler... | |
| We naped that whole hill. | |
| Yellow-naped amazon? | |
| Look at that splay-legged, plantered, spavined... wind-broke, damned droop-naped, galled stumbler... | |
| We naped that whole hill. | |
| Yellow-naped amazon? | |
