Bryan Procter Quotes

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

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

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

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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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I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.

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The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

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Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes amidst green leaves by grottoes cool; And ye who on the flat sands hoard your eggs For suns to ripen, come!

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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.

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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.

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He who can draw a joy From rocks, or woods, or weeds, or things That seem all mute, and does it — is wise.

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Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn,
Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute,
Are half so sweet as tender human words.

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Enter upon thy paths, O year!
Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread,
Which lead the Living to the Dead,
I enter; for it is my doom
To tread thy labyrinthine gloom;
To note who round me watch and wait;
To love a few; perhaps to hate;
And do all duties of my fate.

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