Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners
of nature.

Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners
of nature.

It is necessary only for the good man to do nothing for evil to
triumph.

It is necessary only for the good man to do nothing for evil to
triumph.

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?

If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be
a considerable loser. Did I read more

If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be
a considerable loser. Did I publish all I admire, out of
sympathy with the author, I should be a ruined man.