Bryan Procter
Bryan Procter
Bryan Waller Procterwas an English poet...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 November 1787
beauty dream art
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
english-poet thy touch
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
beneath fragrance grows tale tells thy whispers
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
english-poet
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
beach ocean marine
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
mother wall wine
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.
sea blue silence
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 wheresoever I go.
dream time quiet
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
wind silent
How silent are the winds!
dream winning ems
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.
fall night shadow
Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.
wise sleep simple
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.
heart half heard
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
sleep calm feds
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!