Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer ( 10 of 46 )
Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.
Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.
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!
Laws die, Books never.
Laws die, Books never.
The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.
The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash--the Rupert of debate.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!
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.
Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.
Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.
Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good
heart is a letter of credit.
Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good
heart is a letter of credit.
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.
