And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana in her dreams,
Had dropt her silver bow
Upon the meadows low. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Endymion ]

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!
Book of Beginnings, Story without End,
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend! [ Longfellow ]

In my dwelling no ivory gleams, nor fretted roof covered with gold. [ Horace ]

Beauty has no lustre except when it gleams through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it. [ Maturin ]

Beauty is an all-pervading presence. It unfolds to the numberless flowers of the spring; it waves in the branches of the trees and the green blades of grass; it haunts the depths of the earth and the sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone. And not only these minute objects, but the ocean, the mountains, the clouds, the heavens, the stars, the rising and setting sun, all overflow with beauty. [ Channing ]