Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.

Rest and be thankful.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.