Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

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.

Never say
"Fail" again.

Never say
"Fail" again.

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
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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?

Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
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Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.