He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Thomas Gray
Life
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Thomas Gray
The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.