Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse. — Bryan Procter Brain Copy Share Image
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts Are ills because we hoard them. — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! — Bryan Procter Calm Copy Share Image
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! — Bryan Procter Art Copy Share Image
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. — Bryan Procter Discord Copy Share Image
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them. — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! — Bryan Procter Dream Copy Share Image
Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human… — Bryan Procter Cymbals Copy Share Image
Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't… — Bryan Procter Dream Copy Share Image
I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us… — Bryan Procter Poetry Copy Share Image
Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic… — Bryan Procter Affectionate Copy Share Image
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and… — Bryan Procter Blue Copy Share Image
A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
The progress from infancy to boyhood is imperceptible. In that long dawn of the mind we take but little heed. The years… — Bryan Procter Boyhood Copy Share Image
The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth… — Bryan Procter Blue Copy Share Image
Where are Shakespeare's imagination, Bacon's learning, Galileo's dream? Where is the sweet fancy of Sidney, the airy spirit of Fletcher, and Milton's… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge… — Bryan Procter Cupid Copy Share Image
Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Enter upon thy paths, O year! Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread, Which lead the Living to the Dead, I… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The… — Bryan Procter Boys Copy Share Image
Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But… — Bryan Procter Bird Copy Share Image
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! — Bryan Procter Beach Copy Share Image
