"Fadeless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... to have awakened in the scenes of the Arabian Nights; yet the mysterious genius which we control, and which dims Aladdin's lamp, is the gift of no fairy godmother sustained by the haze of dreams, but shines as the child of science with fadeless and growing splendour, and may yet bring us and our little planet ...
— A Journey in Other Worlds - A Romance of the Future • John Jacob Astor
... laurel! fadeless and triumphant tree! Of kings and poets thou the fondest pride! How much of joy and sorrow's changing tide In my short breath hath been awaked by thee! Lady, the will's sweet sovereign! thou canst see No bliss but virtue, where thou dost preside; Love's chain, his ...
— The Sonnets, Triumphs, and Other Poems of Petrarch • Petrarch
... Amaranth, fadeless, tells me of thy flesh. Briar rose knows thy cheek, the Pink thy pout. Bunched kisses dangle from the ...
— Silverpoints • John Gray
... I think of the time— Of the warm spring time, When with thee I've wandered, and with thee I've dallied; E're my soul had once dreamed That the roses which seemed So fadeless, could leave thy warm cheek cold and pallid, Or thy dear form decline, From its radiance divine, To press the cold grave sod, ...
— Cleveland Past and Present - Its Representative Men, etc. • Maurice Joblin
... be crowned with fadeless flowers, Of lasting fragrance and celestial hue; Or be thy couch amid funereal bowers, But let the stars and ...
— Southern Literature From 1579-1895 • Louise Manly
... tending flocks of sheep In the soft grassy vales, or up the mountain steep, And sweet were the life lessons that I often took From that unsullied page of nature's open book. There came to me through that fair, hallowed summer scene, Bright glowing visions of the fadeless pastures green, And clearer views of One I trust my soul will keep, That sinless, Holy Shepherd of the helpless sheep. And so I thought when father moaned amid his pain, 'I leave an orphan lamb;' he had gone back again Through the fierce fevers, annihilating ...
— Victor Roy, A Masonic Poem • Harriet Annie Wilkins |
