Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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!

Sublime Philosophy!
Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven;
And bright with beckoning angels--but alas!
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Sublime Philosophy!
Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven;
And bright with beckoning angels--but alas!
We see thee like the patriarch, but in dreams,
By the first step,--dull slumbering on the earth.

Laws die, Books never.

Laws die, Books never.

Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
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Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other, a sea;--
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!

There is no Past, so long as Books shall live!

There is no Past, so long as Books shall live!