Empyrean

In the nocturnal firmament, the moon glides, an argent vessel traversing the empyrean expanse, its silvery curvature a luminous arc across the celestial canvas.

So ſung they, and the Empyrean rung, With Halleluiahs: […]

Perchance they mark Where India's cliffs the trembling cloud invade, Or Andes with his fiery banner flouts The empyrean,...

Milton, a name to resound for ages; / Whose titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, / Starr'd from Jehovah's gorgeous armouries, / Tower, the deep-domed empyrëan / Rings to the roar of an angel onset— […]

I could have spoken in blank verse of Shakesperian beauty, all sorts of great ideas flashed through my mind; it was as though the bonds of my flesh had been loosened and left the spirit free to soar to the empyrean of its native power.

This particular evening, if it remembered for nothing else, will be remembered in that place for its strange sunset. […] The whole was so close about the earth, as if to express nothing but a violent secrecy. The very empyrean seemed to be a secret.

Like all religious thinkers, he carries with his scholar's equipment a pair of metaphysical wings, wherewith at any moment he may soar into the empyrean, out of reach of vulgar materialists, like you and me.

In th' Empyrean Heaven, (the bleſs'd Abode) / The Thrones and the Dominions proſtrate lie, / Not daring to behold their angry God: / And an huſh'd ſilence damps the tuneful sky.

Yet upward she [the goddess] incessant flies; Resolv’d to reach the high empyrean Sphere.

Lispings empyrean will I sometime teach / Thine honied tongue— […]