Slowly, like two great birds, father and son rose into the air. […] Poor Icarus now had nothing to hold him up in the air, and he began to fall down, down, down. […] for the world is fair, Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air.” […] With swift, noiseless wings he sped through the air till he came to the palace of the queen. […] “He hurled his disc high into the air.”