Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
Charm is a product of the unexpected.
Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Charm is a glow within a woman that casts a most becoming light on others.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls.
Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.