They gleamed like splashes of milk, blue icicles, and silver dust, and shed their light in sheets, rays, and stars.

Ceraunia, engendered by the thunder, sparkled by the side of chalcedonies, which are a cure for poison.

There were topazes from Mount Zabarca to avert terrors, opals from Bactriana to prevent abortions, and horns of Ammon, which are placed under the bed to induce dreams.
The fires from the stones and the flames from the lamp were mirrored in the great golden shields.

Hamilcar stood smiling with folded arms, and was less delighted by the sight of his riches than by the consciousness of their possession.

They were inaccessible, exhaustless, infinite.
His ancestors sleeping beneath his feet transmitted something of their eternity to his heart.