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.
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!
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!
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…
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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