Divinely

1893, John Davidson, “St Valentine’s Eve” in Fleet Street Eclogues, London: Elkin Mathews & John Lane, p. 20, And brooding thus on my ephemeral flowers That smoulder in the wilderness, I thought, By envy sore distraught, Of amaranths that burn in lordly bowers, Of men divinely blessed with leisured hours,

And od'rous trees in prodigal array, With all the elements divinely calm

Both the scribe and the Scripture, both the man of God and the word of God were divinely inbreathed.

[…] And many an old philosophy ⁠On Argive heights divinely sang, ⁠And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice—divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?"

I tried that once in an AOL thing called "The Arena", I can't remember who the celebrity was, but I posed some divinely thoughtful, inspired, well-crafted questio