Quotes by Bryan Procter

About Bryan Procter:

Bryan Waller Procter was an English poet.
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O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

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Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Bryan Procter

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

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There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

Bryan Procter

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Bryan Procter

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

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Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

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Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

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All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.

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So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

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Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

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Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

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Author Bio

  • NameBryan Procter
  • DescriptionEnglish poet
  • AliasesBryan Waller Procter; Barry Cornwall
  • BornNovember 21, 1787
  • DiedOctober 5, 1874
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionLawyer; Writer