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 thought severe? Methinks such things should not die and dissipate, when a hair can live for centuries, and… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! — Bryan Procter 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 is we… — Bryan Procter 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 thought severe?… — Bryan Procter 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 the blue… — Bryan Procter 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 foam The… — Bryan Procter 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 line of… — Bryan Procter 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 light fades… — Bryan Procter 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 the earth's… — Bryan Procter Copy Share Image
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! — 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 at the… — Bryan Procter 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
