Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

It is strange so great a statesman should
Be so sublime a poet.

It is strange so great a statesman should
Be so sublime a poet.

--To live
On means not yours--be brave in silks and laces,
Gallant in steeds; splendid in banquets; read more

--To live
On means not yours--be brave in silks and laces,
Gallant in steeds; splendid in banquets; all
Not yours. Given, uninherited, unpaid for;
This is to be a trickster; and to filch
Men's art and labour, which to them is wealth,
Life, daily bread;--quitting all scores with "friend,
You're troublesome!" Why this, forgive me,
Is what, when done with a less dainty grace,
Plain folks call "Theft."

If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be
a considerable loser. Did I read more

If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be
a considerable loser. Did I publish all I admire, out of
sympathy with the author, I should be a ruined man.

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in read more

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize
At last the fleeting Now?

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then read more

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.