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

- Bryan Procter

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

- Bryan Procter

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

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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 ev…

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How silent are the winds!

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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

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

- 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…

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Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.

- Bryan Procter