Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.

No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.

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.

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.

Arm thyself for the truth!

Arm thyself for the truth!

Hark, the world so loud,
And they, the movers of the world, so still!

Hark, the world so loud,
And they, the movers of the world, so still!