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More from Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As “fail.”

Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i.

Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.

Richelieu. Act v. Sc. iii.

The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash,–the Rupert of debate!

The New Timon. (1846). Part i.

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

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.