Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.

All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then read more

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.

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.

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.