The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

The groves were God's first temples.

Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.