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.

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief read more

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in
his life when he has one too read more

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in
his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy,
he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many.

We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.

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.