Bryan Procter
Bryan Procter
Bryan Waller Procterwas an English poet...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 November 1787
grief band speak
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
earth noise tongue
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
death tyrants imagination
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
sea dull environment
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
beauty dream art
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
wind silent
How silent are the winds!
sleep calm feds
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
heart half heard
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
wise sleep simple
I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us to sleep.
pain pride giving
Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge which his presence gives! We weep or rave; but still he lives, and lives master and lord, amidst pride and tears and pain.
waiting literature rooms
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
dream time quiet
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
lying ocean blue
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 wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
dream winning ems
Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't is we now and then detect em, they ever dream that we suspect em.