Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?
Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief. . . Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.
Music first and last should sound well, should allure and enchant the ear. Never mind the inner significance.
The word enchant comes from the Latin 'incantare', meaning to sing or chant magical words or sounds.
Beautiful works do not intoxicate, but they enchant.
For me, everyone I write of is real. I have little true say in what they want, what they do or end up as (or in). Their acts appall, enchant, disgust or astound me. Their ends fill me with retributive glee, or break my heart. I can only take credit (if I can even take credit for that) in reporting the scenario. This is not a disclaimer. Just a fact.
While we're living, we need to get over ourselves and accept others if we want to enchant people.
I believe if you follow your heart and do what you love, success will follow. If you enchant yourself, others will be too.
