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Bryan Procter [1787-1874] English

Rank: 101
Poet

Bryan Waller Procter was an English poet.

Quote	Tags	Rank
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!		101
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.	Death, Imagination	102
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.		103
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.	Love	104
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.	Nature, Smile	105
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.		106
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!	Beauty	107
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.		108
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.		109
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.		110
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.		111
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!		112

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