Again the hastiest reader will have been reminded of a passage in the transcendant central scenes of Measure for Measure: Merely, thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still; and hence also some may infer that this pitiful penny-whistle was blown by the same breath which in time gained power to fill that archangelic trumpet.
"A Study of Shakespeare"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
By our side New mystery, throbbing through the rhythm of life Echoed our footsteps; and its presence grew So real to me, I felt its power endue An archangelic shape, whose phantom stride Rhymed with our own who walked as man and wife.
"Perpetual Light"
William Rose Benet
God does not want your temples, Whose domes are in the sky; With archangelic anthems How dare we mortals vie?
"The Piper and the Reed"
Robert Norwood