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Angels: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Like those of angels, short and far between.— BLAIR — The Grave. L. 582.
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.— E. B. BROWNING — A Child Asleep.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.— CAMPBELL — Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. Pt. II. L. 357.
Like angel visits, few and far between.— CAMPBELL — Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II. Pt. II. L. 378.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.— NATHANIEL COTTON — To-morrow. L. 36.
When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.— COWPER — Charity. L. 439.
In merest prudence men should teach * * * * * * That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings- E'en Angel's wings!-are fictions.— AUSTIN DOBSON — A Fairy Tale.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown; He rais'd a mortal to the skies She drew an angel down.— DRYDEN — Alexander's Feast. Last St.
Unbless'd thy hand!-if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. 17. L. 570.
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O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!— LONGFELLOW — Footsteps of Angels. St. 10.
But all God's angels come to us disguised : Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after other lift their frowning masks, And we behold the Seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God.— LOWELL — On the Death of a Friend's Child. L. 21.
In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till 'wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The Angels with us unawares.— GERALD MASSEY — The Ballad of Babe
Christabel. As far as angel's ken.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 59.
For God will deign To visit oft the dwellings of just men Delighted, and with frequent intercourse Thither will send his winged messengers On errands of supernal grace.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 569.
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!— MILTON — Comus. L. 249.
The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd. S.— MILTON — Hymn on the Nativity. L. 112.
Then too when angel voices sung The mercy of their God, and strung Their harps to hail, with welcome sweet, That moment watched for by all eyes.— MOORE — Loves of the Angels. Third
Angel's Story. A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. и. SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 353. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 371.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 22.
How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. II. Canto VIII. St. 2.
Around our pillows golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, The angels come, and go, the Messengers of God! Nor, though they fade from us, do they depart- It is the childly heart: We walk as heretofore, Adown their shining ranks, but see them nevermore.— R. H. STODDARD — Hymn to the Beautiful. St. 3.
Sweet souls around us watch us still, Press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, With gentle helpings glide.— HARRIET BEECHER STOWE — The Other
World. I have no angels left Now, Sweet, to pray to: Where you have made your shrine They are away to. They have struck Heaven's tent, And gone to cover you: Whereso you keep your state Heaven is pitched over you.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Carrier Song. St. 4.