The right-wing Tories and the conservative Whigs fought Napoleon as the Usurper and the Enemy of the Established Order; the liberal Tories and the radical Whigs fought him as the Betrayer of the Revolution and the Enslaver of Europe; they were all ag...
I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Ra...
Mother: [singing] Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry / Mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come true / Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you / Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing / She won't let you fly, but she might let ...
1st Jailer: [looking in records] Miriam, wife... Tirzah, daughter. Drusus: Yes, they're the ones. Are they alive? 1st Jailer: [examining the records, he is pessimistic] East section... lower level. Cell two. The jailer in that wing will know. [Drusus...
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Writers fly with imaginary wings.
An angel of God never has wings.
I was a backstage kid. I was in the wings looking out.
Spread your wings and fly
Every love gives you wings.
Baby eagles can never soar under their family's wing.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
I've always been fascinated by everything with wings.
Religion is not a burden, not a weight, it is wings.
Hours are Time's shafts, and one comes winged with death.
The Bird has no wings if it fears to fly.
For death is the only certain thing in life,and despite this cliché being an absolute truth, with only the timing varying from one person to another, we never seem to be prepared for it. It is regarded as an end, as final and as negative, not as the...
She is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild leaves out luck, always taking risks, and there is something in her brow now, that only she can recognize in a mirror. Ideal and idealistic in that shiny dark hair! People fall in love with her. She i...
... on these expanded membranes [butterfly wings] Nature writes, as on a tablet, the story of the modifications of species, so truly do all changes of the organisation register themselves thereon. Moreover, the same colour-patterns of the wings gener...
You ask me what it feels like to have wings. I can only tell you the feeling with words. And words have neither feelings nor wings. Words are leaky vessels into which a cargo of meaning and emotion are placed, and when they leave you and reach the fa...
And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one white as a death cap, one clotted in shadow. Th...
