starry vault

In the interior there are the starry vault and the neo-Gothic windows.

Burke craned his neck and studied the starry vault of the sky.

Today the starry vault has lost its luster.

Leie said, turning a great circle with her arms, and finally staring up at the starry vault overhead.

They stared into the starry vault together.

Maia looked up at the starry vault.

The starry vault of the sky was crisscrossed by brilliant streaks of light.

Athaclena watched the starry vault, her corona only slightly puffed out above her ears.

They were in hopes now, but their hope was of but short duration, and at night again thick clouds hid the starry vault from all eyes.

At other times, shimmering globe-swarms of Zang fell from the starry vault, dipping to the sea, then parting amid clouds of stolen vapor.

The Ethne was whirling and tossing on furious etheric storms, but the starry vault of space seemed to have quieted from its insane convulsion.

The moon had not yet risen, and Ruth, gazing into the starry vault of the sky and exchanging no speech with Martin, experienced a sudden feeling of loneliness.

And Fatty, alias Percival Delaney, a grotesque of manhood, put his bulgy hand to his puffed lips and kissed audibly into the starry vault of the sky.

He has been discussing that well-known passage of Kant's: "Two things fill my mind with ever-renewed wonder and awe the more often and deeper I dwell on them--the starry vault above me, and the moral law within me."

At one end, a thick bubble of adamantine quartz provides a view outside, where the starry vault is bare, unimpeded, nearly surrounding him with everlasting night Izmunuti is occulted by the ship's bow, but vast sweeps of the local spiral arm sparkle like diamonds.

The earth, great stone in the sky, feels the time of its motion, the time of the respiration of its tides, and what it feels I see drawn on the starry vault: the earth feels the same time that I see.

And passing beyond Christian theology altogether a clue can still be found to many problems in comparative theology in this distinction between the Being of Nature (cf. Kant's "starry vault above") and the God of the heart (Kant's "moral law within").

The only sound that broke the stillness as they went was the voice of Kirsty, sweet and low-and it was as if the dim starry vault thought, rather than she uttered, the words she quoted:- 'Summer Night, come from God, On your beauty, I see, A still wave has flowed Of Eternity!'