Soundless

a soundless tableau

Cassius. […] for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Antony. Not stingless too. Brutus. O yes, and soundless too; For you have stol’n their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting.

The Psalmist observes, That the Heavens declare the glory of God: And indeed, they celebrate his Praises, though with a soundless Voice, yet with so loud a one […] to our intellectual Ears, that he scruples not to affirm, that There is no Speech nor Language where their voice is not heard […]

The whole building, with its dark windows and soundless avenues, had an air strikingly forlorn and solitary.

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hang oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country […]

The names of men blow soundless by, My fellows’ and my own.

All day a woman across the room from me has been rolling up her pages scroll-like and smoothing them out as soundless tears cascade down her face.

the soundless deep

Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;

1614, Christopher Brooke, The Ghost of Richard the Third, London: L. Lisle, “The Legend of Richard the Third,” Nor Wits, nor Chronicles could ere containe, The Hell-deepe Reaches, of my soundlesse Braine.