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Bryan Procter Quotes
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The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free! (Bryan Procter Quotes)
How silent are the winds! (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Death is the tyrant of the imagination (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Shadows fall on even the brightest hours (Bryan Procter Quotes)
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse (Bryan Procter Quotes)