Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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?

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature,
the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.
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In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature,
the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of
millions of vibrations have penetrate the eye before the read more

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of
millions of vibrations have penetrate the eye before the eye can
distinguish the tints of a violet.

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.

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.