Thursday, October 2, 2014

From my window...


and my headphones...



 and my reading...

When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy. - Book of Job.

Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly. - Book of the Prophet Isaiah.

He rode upon the cherubims and did fly; He came flying upon the wings of the wind. - Psalms of David.

With Saintly shout and solemn Jubily,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly. - Milton: At a Solemn Musick.

The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
Stand, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
Keats: The Eve of St. Agnes.
Only they see not God, I know,
Nor all that chivalry of His,
The soldier-saints who, row on row,
Burn upward each to his point of bliss.
Browning: The Statue and the Bust.

.. . incredibly aloof, flinging back the light in a dusky shimmer of bright hair and gilded outspread wings, soared the ranked angels, cherubim and seraphim, choir over choir, from corbel and hammer-beam floating face to face uplifted. - The Nine Tailors.


The Mind of the Maker - Dorothy Sayer

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