wings (n.)
Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
As a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings.
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.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
Friendship is Love without his wings.
O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
Oh that I had wings like a dove!
Friendship is Love without his wings.
The Lord descended from above
And bow'd the heavens high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
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 smil'd!
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.
He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."
Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
The flying chariot through the field of air.
Riches certainly make themselves wings.
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven
Cries out, "Where is it?"
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
