#winged

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it. I love it. ↗

— Elizabeth Kerner

#elizabeth-kerner #lanen #music #song #song-of-the-winged-ones

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. ↗

— Andrew Marvell

#back #chariot #hear #hurrying #i

She wanted to be the rain, to cover him with moisture, to bring life to his seed. ↗

— Caris Roane

#winged-vampire #life

We were flying on a winged vehicle that would do reentry different than we had ever done before. So all of those were firsts. Test pilots truly love firsts. ↗

— Robert Crippen

#different #done #ever #flying #had

The winged words uttered in this House have gone forth to the world, on their mission of good or of evil. ↗

— Caleb Cushing

#forth #gone #good #house #mission