Bryan Procter
Bryan Procter
Bryan Waller Procterwas an English poet...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 November 1787
light sorrow endurance
Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.
fall sunshine night
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at the dusk--he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him-- All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!
brain despair strikes
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.
music sweet guitar
Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words.
hate fate years
Enter upon thy paths, O year! Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread, Which lead the Living to the Dead, I enter; for it is my doom To tread thy labyrinthine gloom; To note who round me watch and wait; To love a few; perhaps to hate; And do all duties of my fate.
grief band speak
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
earth noise tongue
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
death tyrants imagination
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
sea dull environment
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
beauty dream art
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
wind silent
How silent are the winds!
heart half heard
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
pain pride giving
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.
waiting literature rooms
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.