E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower, That Time upon her angel brow should set His crooked autograph, and mar the jet Of glossy locks. Lo! how her chaplet green, The hoar frost and the canker worm destroy. Decay's dull… — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
Go and walk with Nature; thou wilt find Full many a gem in her enchanted cup. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
On every thing are traced decay and change. Look! how the shifting seasons slip away. — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower, That Time upon her angel brow should set His crooked autograph, and mar the jet Of glossy… — Isaac McLellan Copy Share Image
