But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe's inward voices cry
"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing!
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.
ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11.