Quotes About Vespers

I understand right enough," the stranger said slowly. "I just wanted to make sure you did. You had the greatest gift of all conferred upon you—the gift of life, of being a part of this world and taking a part in it. Yet you denied that gift." As the stranger spoke, the church bell high up on the hill sounded, calling the townspeople to Christmas vespers. Then the downtown church bell started ringing.

Yes. The ritual will take place in the crypt under the church." "When?" "Vespers." "Sunset.

He loved three things in this life: Vespers, white peacocks, And old maps of America, Didn't love children crying, Raspberries with tea, Or feminine hysteria ...And I was his wife.

It was at Rome, on the fifteenth of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the barefoot friars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter, that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.

You two have to promise to be careful! Sinead handed Amy a small plastic bag. I made you a going-away present–a high-powered miniature smoke bomb. Could come in handy against the Vespers. It works with knockout gas, so I tossed in a couple of breathing filters. That's the Cahill equivalent of a Hallmark moment, Dan observed. A smoke bomb. When you care enough to send the very best–explosives. I'm not a flowers-and-candy kind of girl, Sinead informed him.

Yet 'midst her towering fanes in ruin laid, The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid; 'Twas his to mount the tufted rocks, and rove The chequer'd twilight of the olive-grove: 'Twas his to bend beneath the sacred gloom, And wear with many a kiss Messiah's tomb.

Later (swifts) gather higher in the sky...And then, all at once, as if summoned by a call or a bell, they rise higher and higher until they disappear from view. These ascents are called vesper flights....Vespers are evening devotional prayers, the last and the most solemn of the day, and I have always thought 'vesper flights' the most beautiful phrase, an ever-falling blue.

That night, after Vespers, this nameless monk sat by precious candle-light, staring at the psalms written so carefully on the vellum. Then he dipped his quill in ink and drew the very first musical note.