His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.