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More from Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton

Two lives that once part are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other a sea;
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!

A Lament.

Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”

A Lament.

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.

When Stars are in the quiet Skies.

Buy my flowers,-oh buy, I pray!
The blind girl comes from afar.

Buy my Flowers.

There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.

Kenelm Chillingly.