Israfil is the angel of beauty, song, counsel, sympathy, and resurrection. His most instruments are the trumpet and the lute. Being the angel of resurrection, he resurrects those using his trumpet. He is also insanely attractive.
by 4st4rte May 29, 2017
Get the Israfil mug.Israfil (also known as Izzy) is an incredibly handsome and charming person. His caramel skin is adorned with perfectly placed freckles that make him look even more attractive. He has light brown eyes that seem to see right through you. He's a kind and funny individual, and his jokes are always able to make you laugh. You're fortunate to be able to witness his smile, which is truly heartwarming. His lips are soft and pink, so much so that they're almost irresistible. His voice is as soothing as that of an angel.
Layla: Oh, I wish I could kiss Israfil... He's so hot!
Lea: Frrr
Mamoor: Who are you talking about?
Lea and Layla: *dreamily* Izzy~
Mamoor: Simps...
Lea: Frrr
Mamoor: Who are you talking about?
Lea and Layla: *dreamily* Izzy~
Mamoor: Simps...
by Playgirl_Lay April 4, 2024
Get the Israfil mug.1. Israfel is the angel of beauty, song, counsel, sympathy, and resurrection. His most instruments are the trumpet and the lute. Being the angel of resurrection, he resurrects those using his trumpet. Edgar Allan Poe wrote a poem about Israfel as well.
2. A character in Juvenile Orion, also known as Tsukasa Amou, part of the Eraser faction. He lives with Tomonori-san, a priest, and suffers from amnesia.
2. A character in Juvenile Orion, also known as Tsukasa Amou, part of the Eraser faction. He lives with Tomonori-san, a priest, and suffers from amnesia.
1. In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.
by Crazed Authoress June 3, 2006
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by Ghadeer553 July 31, 2019
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Get the Israfiel mug.When the state of Israel does a complete PR disaster and immediately gets criticized by the international community and media.
by nbakuchev June 10, 2010
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Israail is a god
by Israail June 17, 2018
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