Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?
I measured the skies, now the shadows I measure, Sky-bound was the mind, earth-bound the body rests. [Kepler's epitaph]
Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise. And the glory of His resurrection share. When His chosen ones shall gather o their home beyond the skies. And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.
In all climates, under all skies, man's happiness is always somewhere else.
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
The future is in the skies.
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies. . . To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven.
We don't want to live in the dark moods of imponderable mystery, but neither do we want to miss them altogether. they allow us to emerge from the tender sadness of the manger to sing with the angels in the skies above.
That thorny path, those stormy skies, have drawn our spirits nearer; and rendered us, by sorrow's ties, each to the other dearer.
Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty. Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies; Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.
I will always be here. We will walk the skies together forever.