There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,--
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence.
The dust and silence of the upper shelf.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
It is the fate of a woman
Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
By thunders of white silence.
The growing drama has outgrown such toys
Of simulated stature, face, and speech:
It also peradventure may outgrow
The simulation of the painted scene,
Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume,
And take for a worthier stage the soul itself,
Its shifting fancies and celestial lights,
With all its grand orchestral silences
To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.
It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
And silence, like a poultice, comes
To heal the blows of sound.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights;
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound;
What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Silence is the speech of love,
The music of the spheres above.
O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,
Silence.
Silence sweeter is than speech.
The soul of man is like the rolling world,
One half in day, the other dipt in night;
The one has music and the flying cloud,
The other, silence and the wakeful stars.
Silence more musical than any song.
When Silence speaks for Love she has much to say.
You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.
The wizard silence of the hours of dew.
Be silent and safe--silence never betrays you.