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firmament (n.)

  Knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. Life and power are scattered with all its beams.

Daniel Webster (1782-1852): Address on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, 1825. Vol. i. p. 74.

But I am constant as the northern star,

Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray

Had in her sober livery all things clad;

Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,

They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,

Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;

She all night long her amorous descant sung;

Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament

With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led

The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,

Rising in clouded majesty, at length

Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,

And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598.

  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!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Ode.

If this fail,

The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,

And earth's base built on stubble.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 597.

  The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork.

Old Testament: Psalm xix. 1.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,

When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,

Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): Flowers.