Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. - Bryan Procter
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
- Bryan Procter
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. - Bryan Procter
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! - Bryan Procter
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
How silent are the winds! - Bryan Procter
How silent are the winds!
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 ev… - Bryan Procter
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 ev…
A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like a jewel on her brow. - Bryan Procter
A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like a jewel on her brow.
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! - Bryan Procter
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
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… - Bryan Procter
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…
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse. - Bryan Procter
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.
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