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Fade as a passing breath. Gilbert Abbott À Beckett | 1 |
Faded as the iris after rain in Aprils tearful weather. Anonymous | 2 |
Fades as the splendor fades from the sky, when the sun sinks to sleep. Anonymous | 3 |
He faded away like a pound of soap in a hard days wash. Anonymous | 4 |
Fade away like some fabled city of mythology. Anonymous | 5 |
Fade like autumn leaves, and fade and die With no kind hand to raise the head and gently close the dying eye. Anonymous | 6 |
Fade
like ghosts prohibited the day. Anonymous | 7 |
Faded like snow. Anonymous | 8 |
Faded like the morn. Arabian Nights | 9 |
Fades like an unfixed photograph. William Archer | 10 |
Fade like grass. Matthew Arnold | 11 |
Fades awa like morning dew. Scottish Ballad | 12 |
Fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day. William Blake | 13 |
As flowers kept too long in the shade
fade. Elizabeth Barrett Browning | 14 |
Fading like moonlight softly into darkness. Robert Buchanan | 15 |
Beauty fades as a tree in winter. Robert Burton | 16 |
Fade like stars before the sun. Thomas Campbell | 17 |
Fade away like a Vesture. Thomas Carlyle | 18 |
Faded
like the mist of a breath on a mirror. Joseph Conrad | 19 |
Fade like mornings blush. Eliza Cook | 20 |
Fades like the rainbows brilliant arch. Eliza Cook | 21 |
Fades Like the fair flowr dishevelld in the wind. William Cowper | 22 |
A beauty fading like the April showrs. William Drummond | 23 |
Fade away like a cloud and vanish. James Anthony Froude | 24 |
Fading, like a morning dream. Gerald Griffin | 25 |
Fades as a kiss on lips of light. Frank W. Gunsaulus | 26 |
Fading away, like a pale English flower, in the shadow of the forest. Nathaniel Hawthorne | 27 |
Faded like a dream of youth. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 28 |
Faded
like dew upon the sea. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 29 |
Fade like the roseate flush, the golden glow, When the bright curtain of the day is rolled. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 30 |
Fade unspoken, Like daffodils that die with sheaths unbroken. Oliver Wendell Holmes | 31 |
Fades like an old faith grown gray. Brian Hooker | 32 |
Fade away like the pale sister of the night, When she resigns her delighted light, Lost in the blaze of day. John Hughes | 33 |
Faded from me like a dream. Victor Hugo | 34 |
Fade like an August marigold. Jean Ingelow | 35 |
Fade, As shadows passing into deeper shade. Henry W. Longfellow | 36 |
Faded slowly from the sight as blushes from the cheek. Henry W. Longfellow | 37 |
Fade away like a thin vapory cloud. Lord Lyttelton | 38 |
Faded like some rich raiment worn of old. Rosamund Marriott-Watson | 39 |
Is all faded, like fragrance, From the languishing late flowers. Owen Meredith | 40 |
Fading
like a lingering star That pales at sunrise in the waters of light. Lloyd Mifflin | 41 |
Fades like a funeral lay. Thomas Moore | 42 |
Fades like a once-heard tale. Lewis Morris | 43 |
Fades like sunset flame. Constance C. W. Naden | 44 |
Fading like a ghost At gray cock-crow. John G. Neihardt | 45 |
How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone. John Norris | 46 |
Faded away like a woodcock leaves a weasel. Edward Peple | 47 |
Faded like a wreath of mist at eve. George D. Prentice | 48 |
Fade
like a nightmares ghastly presence, in the truthful dawn of day. Adelaide A. Procter | 49 |
Fade as a flower in May. Richard Pynson | 50 |
Fade like the gowans in May. Allan Ramsay | 51 |
Fade
Like stars half quenched in mists of silver dew. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 52 |
Fade like vapor. Percy Bysshe Shelley | 53 |
Fade, like the hopes of youth. Robert Southey | 54 |
Fade like to a flowre that feeles no heate of sunne. Edmund Spenser | 55 |
Faded, as fields that withering winds leave dry. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 56 |
Fade like flame. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 57 |
Fade as leaves when the woods wax hoary. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 58 |
We all do fade as a leaf. Old Testament | 59 |
Fading as hearts forget, as shadows flee. Francis O. Ticknor | 60 |
Fade As placidly as when an infant dies. Thomas Ward | 61 |
Fade, like waves breaking on a dreary shore. John Wilson | 62 |
Fades like the lustre of an evening cloud. William Wordsworth | 63 |
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