Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from read more

The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels--that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us!

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.

Time is money.

Time is money.

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.

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.