As soon as I was dressed, I walked out into a large garden, and, as the sun was not yet so high as to make it sultry, was enjoying the balmy sweetness of the air, and the flowering shrubs, which in beauty and fragrance almost exceeded those of India, when I saw a servant run by the garden wall, enter the stable, and bring out a zebra.

These storms of a hot summer day in this high region, if one is prepared for them, are full of pleasant interest; they rise so majestically, sweep along with such power, and pass away so triumphantly, leaving behind them such a calm sweetness in the air, that a journey to this wilderness would be imperfect in interest without witnessing them.

The poet has well said, 'Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of Ocean bear; And many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.'

He had attained the ends he had striven for, he was respected alike in the church and the world, he held a high and lucrative position, he had a well appointed home, over which his handsome wife presided with dignity and grace, and yet, as he took his seat before his desk in the lofty room whose shelves were lined with gems of thought in fragrant, costly bindings, life seemed to have missed its sweetness to Lawrence Hildreth.

And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa, Sobbing, said, "O Chibiabos, Teach me tones as melancholy, Teach me songs as full of sadness!" All the many sounds of nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing; All the hearts of men were softened By the pathos of his music; For he sang of peace and freedom, Sang of beauty, love, and longing; Sang of death, and life undying

"Let, I beseech you, your mind be more exercised in contemplating the glories of that state into which your blessed consort is translated, which will mingle pleasure and sweetness with the bitterness of your afflicting loss, by giving you a daily intellectual participation through the exercise of faith and hope in his enjoyments.

The cottage was Andy's home, but the thought had no charm or sweetness for the lone orphan boy whom its roof had grudgingly sheltered for the past five years.

There was a wonderful sweetness about the smiling mouth, and the face, although not classically beautiful, possessed a subtle spiritual charm more fascinating than mere physical perfection of color and form.

There eke the soft delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures, always hovered nigh; But whate'er smacked of 'noyance or unrest Was far, far off expelled from this delicious nest.

Sweetness within brings sweetness without.

His little fame, the homage of his little world, have in them the same sweetness as the reverberation of ages.

The dear souls who only serve him with fear do not get the sweetness out of it at all.

An unspoken prophecy to be verified by bitter tears, and lonely fear that seemed for a moment to turn life's sweetness into bitterness and gall.

"See, Lucius," she said, with a voice that breathed a great sweetness over me, "Isis appears in answer to your prayer.

Inger was full of a desperate sweetness towards him, and the great heavy fellow, lumbering carrier of burdens, felt a greed and an endless desire for her in himself.

In all the intensely enjoyed personal pleasures of her later youth, and these were many for Sylvia, she was never to know a more utter sweetness than thus to fall asleep, the music a far-off murmur in her ears, and to wake again to the restrained, clarified ecstasy of the four concerted voices.

Some bees had found late sweetness along the overgrown roadway.

Sweetness within brings sweetness without.

The pale faces of pictured saints, with their rich robes, were outlined with a pathetic sweetness against backgrounds of solemn buildings or confused woods.

You have the abstract of all sweetness by ye, The precious wealth youth labours to arrive at; Nor is she less in honour, than in beauty, Ferrara's Royal Duke is proud to call her His best, his Noblest, and most happy Sister, Fortune has made her Mistress of herself, Wealthy, and wise, without a power to sway her, Wonder of Italy, of all hearts Mistress.

and then a voice that seemed to be neither's, and yet seemed to be the voice of both,a voice like a dove smothered in sweetness between their breasts,said, "Let us go deeper into the wood.

Two things alone there are that cherish life's bloom to its utmost sweetness amidst the fair flowers of wealthto have good success and to win therefore fair fame.

No, her tomb could only bear one inscriptionand what sweetness amid all the bitterness of death there was to say it over and over again to herself: "Jenny Londonderry, the beloved wife of Theophilus Londonderry, aged twenty-one years.