Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
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!
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!
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…
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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