angel (n.)
- abettor
- admirer
- advocate
- aficionado
- almoner
- almsgiver
- angelology
- angels
- apologist
- assignor
- babe
- baby
- backer
- bestower
- buff
- buttercup
- champion
- cherub
- chick
- child
- conferrer
- consignor
- contributor
- control
- daemon
- darling
- dear
- deary
- defender
- demon
- dependence
- doll
- donor
- dove
- duck
- duckling
- endorser
- exponent
- familiar
- fan
- genius
- giver
- grantor
- guarantor
- guardian
- guide
- guru
- hon
- honey
- infant
- innocent
- lamb
- lambkin
- love
- lover
- mahatma
- mainstay
- maintainer
- manes
- numen
- partisan
- patron
- patroness
- pet
- philanthropist
- powers
- presenter
- promoter
- protagonist
- reliance
- saint
- second
- seconder
- sectary
- settler
- sider
- sponsor
- stalwart
- standby
- starets
- subscriber
- sugar
- support
- supporter
- surety
- sustainer
- sweet
- sweetheart
- sweetie
- sympathizer
- testate
- testator
- testatrix
- totem
- upholder
- votary
- well-wisher
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
Curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
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Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,—love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,—
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
O woman! in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
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,
'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.
Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
Such harmony is in immortal souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.
O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been
Like angel visits, few and far between.
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,
Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
