Flesh and blood, and pinions and beaks can endure it no longer.
She put out her hand and stroked the pinions of the gay goshawk, and lo!
And he can always descend, fold his pinions, and rest dancing on the waves.
Why not see, Far off, the shadows of his pinions dark, And stare them from me?
The air too is whistling faintly with the whirrings of pinions.
The wing of ...