Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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?

No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it read more

No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.

In the lexicon of youth, which
Fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word
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In the lexicon of youth, which
Fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word
As--fail!

Arm thyself for the truth!

Arm thyself for the truth!

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.