angels

She was good as she was fair, None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love! Rest here, distress'd by poverty no more; Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!

It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

For a ploy hatched in hell, don't expect angels for witnesses.

Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.

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.

Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas, Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song-and in my brain I sing it; Drew one angel-borne, see, on my bosom!

The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!

The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghost, Not to return; or if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short, and far between.