Usage examples for unfading

  1. The bud is nipped from its parent stem in the springtime of its existence; but it hath been transplanted to a milder clime, where the rough blasts and chilling storms of mortality cannot harm, and where, watered by the soft dew of Divine love, its tiny leaves will expand and bloom with unfading lustre! – Words of Cheer for the Tempted, the Toiling, and the Sorrowing by T. S. Arthur
  2. His life shall be brilliant as the sun's bright course, and his spirit shall set in the spirit land, bright with unfading glory. – Hansford: A Tale of Bacon's Rebellion by St. George Tucker
  3. We may see in it unequaled beauties, unfading glories, magnificent vistas of thought; we may hear its voice of love, tender beyond words; we may feel the warmth of its affection, be uplifted by its hopefulness, and thrilled with the tones of its joy- bells. – Heart Talks by Charles Wesley Naylor
  4. Everything looked strange and new in her light, with an old, withered, yet unfading newness. – The Light Princess and Other Fairy Stories by George MacDonald
  5. There is no scene of misery or sorrow That droops and withers in the dark of night, But love can bring fond yearnings for the morrow And heap the heart with hope's unfading light. – Oklahoma and Other Poems by Freeman E. Miller
  6. And still the world is a land of unending summer, of unfading flowers, of undying youthfulness. – Dwellers in the Hills by Melville Davisson Post
  7. That river from the living fountain springs, And, guided by the mighty King of kings, It wanders through the saints' celestial home, Where, robed in white, the ransomed nations roam Through golden streets, and gardens fair and free; And on its banks stands life's unfading tree. – Canadian Wild Flowers by Helen M. Johnson
  8. The soul that steers by this unfading star Needs never other compass. – Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul by Various
  9. Back of her unceasing and unfading activity the genii of romanticism had been spinning their bright- coloured threads; it was they that had formed the glass case in which she had lived for so long, impervious to the touch of mortal hand, immune to the flames of love. – The Goose Man by Jacob Wassermann