WRATH OF ANGELS

I prefer Winter and Fall, when you
feel the Bone structure of the landscape-
The loneliness of it, the dead feeling of
Winter.  Something waits beneath it, the
whole story doesn't show.
                                     -Andrew Wyeth  (1917-2009)



What beck'ning Ghost, along the
moonlight shade invites my step,
and points to yonder glade?
                                      -Elegy to the memory of
                                       an unfortunate lady
                                       Alexander Pope  (1688-1744)



I Rage, I melt, I  burn,
   The feeble God has stab'd me to the Heart
                                      - "Acis and Galatea'"
                                           John Gay (1685-1732)



For the Angel of Death spread his
Wings on the blast
and breathed in the face of the foe as
he passed...
                                       -"The Destruction of Sennacherib',
                                           Lord Byron (1788-1824)



Tread lightly, she is near
          Under the snow,
speak gently, she can hear
           The daisies grow
                                        - "Requiescat"  Oscar Wilde
                                                                   (1856-1900)