Gently to hear, kindly to judge. [ William Shakespeare ]

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber.
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head. [ Watts ]

Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,
while resignation gently slopes the way. [ Goldsmith ]

See Time has touched me gently in his race.
And left no odious furrows in my face. [ Crabbe ]

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. [ Pope ]

Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]

Happy who in his verse can gently steer,
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe. [ John Dryden ]

But on he moves to meet his latter end,
Angels around befriending virtue's friend;
Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And all his prospects bright'ning to the last,
His heaven commences, ere the world be past! [ Goldsmith ]

While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past. [ Goldsmith ]

And softened sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. [ Pope ]

These wickets of the soul are placed so high,
Because all sounds do highly move aloft;
And that they may not pierce too violently,
They are delay'd with turns and twinings oft.
For should the voice directly strike the brain,
It would astonish and confuse it much;
Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain,
That it the organ may more gently touch. [ Sir John Davies ]

Old Time, who changes all below to wean men gently for the grave. [ Mrs. Norton ]

Let friendship creep gently to a height; if it rush to it, it may soon run itself out of breath. [ Thomas Fuller ]

Let us pity the wicked man; for it is very sad to seek happiness where it does not exist. Let our compassion express itself in efforts to bring him gently back to sacred principle, and if he persist, let us pity him the more for a blindness so fatal to himself. [ De Charnage ]

How oft my guardian angel gently cried, Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee! And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, Tomorrow we will open, I replied. And when the morrow came I answered still, Tomorrow. [ Tome Burguillos ]

It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone. [ Leigh Hunt ]