How silent are the winds!
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.
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.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
The progress from infancy to boyhood is imperceptible. In that long dawn of the mind we take but little heed. The years pass by us, one by one, little distinguishable from each other. But when the intellectual sun of our life is risen, we take due note of joy and sorrow.