He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.
I recoil, overcome with the glory of my rosy hue and the knowledge that I, a mere cock, have made the sun rise.
Faith is like a pare of glasses I bring here and there with me The thrilling thing about them is the wondrous things I see. When life grows dark and dismal I don my magic glasses the perspective soon grows fine. If I slip on this treasure I can toil with greater ease. Troubles and afflictions at length begin to please The world become all rosy and as cheery as can be I surely feel most grateful for the faith God gave to me. Perhaps, you once had glasses, but by faith no longer life, Friend, ask God for his pardon, he is kind and will forgive O cherish this dear treasure till you meet God up above then present faith as an offering with the gifts of hope and love.
A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.
You're wrong, my friend, they're rosy.
I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
With a strong domestic economy, low national unemployment at 5 percent, and increasing retail sales, the picture should look rosy. But one look at the trade deficit changes all of that.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone. (Thomas Eugene
The State of the Union may look rosy from the White House balcony or the suites of George Bush's wealthiest donors. But hardworking Americans will see through this president's efforts to wrap his radical agenda with a compassionate ribbon.
Longing is like the rosy dawn. After the dawn out comes the sun. Longing is followed by the vision of God.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories