Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light--every
eye looking on finds its own.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light--every
eye looking on finds its own.

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.

Laws die, Books never.

Laws die, Books never.

A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of
power.

A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of
power.