Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer ( 6 of 46 )
We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.
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.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it read more
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.
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.
Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
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Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other, a sea;--
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!
