Cherubs Quote by John Milton Download Open image “Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Cherubs Contemplation Fiery Golden Soar Thrones Wheels Wings
“The yoke is naturally and necessarily humiliating to all persons, except the one who is on the throne, together with, at most, the one… — John Stuart Mill Copy Share Image
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Often, when forced from his hammock by exhausting and intolerably vivid dreams of the night, which, resuming his own intense thoughts through the day,… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sorcha twisted around at the sound of Conall’s battle cry. Like her own personal knight in shining armor, or perhaps in his case, an… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“And far away, as Frodo put on the Ring and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest Monarchies his look Drew audience and attention… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Hot, bright heat filled him like some ecstatic poison, and Hartan's pony shied in terror as a wordless howl burst from his throat. His… — David Weber Copy Share Image
“In the leaping light, as the fresh wood blazed up, Frodo saw many grey shapes spring over the ring of stones. More and more… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“There was an aura about King that was unforgettable. I seem him now in my mind's eye: collected, peaceful, calm. He was in his… — Junius Williams Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Michael [Jackson] had paintings of himself at Neverland depicting himself as a knight and surrounded by cherubs and angels. People might think he's an… — David LaChapelle Copy Share Image
O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven. — Harvey Rice Copy Share Image
Art as an aesthetic principle was supported by thousands of years of discernment and psychic rewards, but art as a commodity was held up… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.” — John Biccard Copy Share Image
A terrorist doesn't let strangers into her flat because they might be undercover police or intelligence agents, but her children bring their mates home… — Robert Muchamore Copy Share Image
He looked like those paintings of baby angels - what do you call them, hubbubs? No cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!… — James Hogg Copy Share Image
as a bird swoops down on it's prey, and assumes this land bound wretch into heaven, so did romeo steal her lips before they… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image