What did Bryan Procter mean by: Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. - Bryan Procter Poet · England Copy
+ Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts Are ills because we hoard them. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Heart, Literature, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Art, Beauty, Dream, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Literature, Rooms, Waiting, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Calm, Literature, Sleep, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Literature, Love, Sea, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Brain, Despair, Strikes, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ How silent are the winds! Feraz Zeid, October 30, 2023December 26, 2023, Bryan Procter, Silent, Wind, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
+ Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bryan Procter, Band, Grief, Literature, 0 - Bryan Procter Poet · England
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
If you meet a woman in a burqa, she can’t reply to your smile. It’s a denial of identity. - Jean-Francois Cope
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
What’s done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don’t talk about it. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by. - Jeannette Walls Journalist · USA
