Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer ( 10 of 46 )
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.
In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars read more
In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars up the Adam from the fall;
In you the Future as the Past is given--
Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth;--
Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven,
Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.
A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of
power.
A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of
power.
Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When
two men shake hands and part, mark read more
Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When
two men shake hands and part, mark which of the two takes the
sunny side; he will be the younger man of the two.
--To live
On means not yours--be brave in silks and laces,
Gallant in steeds; splendid in banquets; read more
--To live
On means not yours--be brave in silks and laces,
Gallant in steeds; splendid in banquets; all
Not yours. Given, uninherited, unpaid for;
This is to be a trickster; and to filch
Men's art and labour, which to them is wealth,
Life, daily bread;--quitting all scores with "friend,
You're troublesome!" Why this, forgive me,
Is what, when done with a less dainty grace,
Plain folks call "Theft."
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.
The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from read more
The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels--that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us!
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!
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.
It is strange so great a statesman should
Be so sublime a poet.
It is strange so great a statesman should
Be so sublime a poet.
