#winged

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way. ↗

— James Montgomery

#dove #her #peaceful #pinions #silver

It is perfectly obvious that no one nor any single country can save the world from the horrors of tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes and winged influenza. ↗

— Richard Reeves

#country #earthquakes #horrors #hurricanes #influenza

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