Fall silently like dew on roses. [ Dryden ]

She half consents who silently denies. [ Ovid ]

Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there. [ Cowper ]

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away. [ Longfellow ]

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
That falls through the clear ether silently. [ Keats ]

How well he fell asleep!
Like some proud river, widening toward the sea;
Calmly and grandly, silently and deep,
Life joined eternity. [ S. T. Coleridge ]

The pleasant books, that silently among
Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! [ Longfellow ]

The starlight dews, all silently their tears of love distil. [ Byron ]

The pleasant books, that silently among our household treasures take familiar places. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]

All her excellences stand in her so silently as if they had stolen upon her without her knowledge. [ Sir T. Overbury ]

When the oak-tree is felled, the whole forest echoes with it; but a hundred acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze. [ Carlyle ]

The soul is a temple; and God is silently building it by night and by day. Precious thoughts are building it; disinterested love is building it; all-penetrating faith is building it. [ Henry Ward Beecher ]

Our souls sit close and silently within. And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. [ Dryden ]

Every man must bear his own burden, and it is a fine thing to see any one trying to do it manfully; carrying his cross bravely, silently, patiently, and in a way which makes you hope that he has taken for his pattern the greatest of all sufferers. [ James Hamilton ]

How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten. [ Washington Irving ]

Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world, words with little meaning, actions with little worth, one loves to reflect on the great empire of silence. The noble silent men, scattered here and there each in his department, silently thinking, silently working; whom no morning newspaper makes mention of. [ Carlyle ]