Lord Lytton
Lord Lytton 's Bio
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Born:31.01.2014
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Death:31.01.2014
Maxioms by Lord Lytton
Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when read more
Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when we say
"'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.
What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.
What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.
And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
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And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
And the one bird singing alone to his nest.
And the one star over the tower.
They only fall, that strive to move,
Or lose, that care to keep.
They only fall, that strive to move,
Or lose, that care to keep.
Alas! must it ever be so?
Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go,
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Alas! must it ever be so?
Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go,
And fight our own shadows forever?