How silent are the winds!

A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like a jewel on her brow.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't is we now and then detect em, they ever dream that we suspect em.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.