C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


The holy calm that leads to heavenly musing.


  • The tempest is o’er-blown, the skies are clear,
  • And the sea charm’d into a calm so still
  • That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face.
  • Dryden.

  • See me, how calm I am.
  • Ay, people are generally calm at the misfortunes of others.
  • Goldsmith.

  • How calm—how beautiful comes on
  • The stilly hour, when storms have gone,
  • When warring winds have died away
  • And clouds, beneath the dancing ray
  • Melt off and leave the land and sea,
  • Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
  • Moore.

  • ’Tis noon—a calm, unbroken sleep
  • Is on the blue waves of the deep;
  • A soft haze, like a fairy dream,
  • Is floating over wood and stream;
  • And many a broad magnolia flower,
  • Within its shadowy woodland bower,
  • Is gleaming like a lovely star.
  • George D. Prentice.

  • Gradual sinks the breeze,
  • Into a perfect calm; that not a breath
  • I heard to quiver thro’ the closing woods,
  • Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves,
  • Of aspen tall. The uncurling floods diffus’d
  • In glassy breadth, seen through delusive lapse
  • Forgetful of their course. ’Tis silence all,
  • And pleasing expectation.
  • Thomson.