Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.

Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief read more

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!

The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.

The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.

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.

A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!

A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!