Bryan Procter Quotes

Top 18 wise famous quotes and sayings by Bryan Procter

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Bryan Procter quotes: Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn,Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute,Are half so sweet as tender human words. Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn,
Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute,
Are half so sweet as tender human words.
Bryan Procter quotes: Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors. Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
Bryan Procter quotes: 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. 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.
Bryan Procter quotes: I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
Bryan Procter quotes: Touch us gently, Time!Let us glide adown thy streamGently,-as we sometimes glideThrough a quiet dream! Touch us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,-as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream!
Bryan Procter quotes: Death is the tyrant of the imagination. Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Bryan Procter quotes: The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Bryan Procter quotes: Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments. Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
Bryan Procter quotes: The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Bryan Procter quotes: All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Bryan Procter quotes: Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse. Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.