Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and
the flowers faded.

I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and
the flowers faded.

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
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He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,

You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

You speak
As one who fed on poetry.

The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.

The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.

There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend
sincere enough to tell him disagreeable read more

There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend
sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.