The wit and wisdom of Edward Bulwer, lord Lytton, selected by C. Kent

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Page 147 - The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanter's wand ! itself a nothing ! But taking sorcery from the master-hand To paralyze the Caesars, and to strike The loud earth breathless ! Take away the sword ; States can be, saved without it ! (Looking on the clock.) 'Tis the hour ; Retire, sir.
Page 141 - Nay, dearest, nay, if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which, could love fulfil its prayers, This hand would lead thee, listen !* a deep vale Shut out by Alpine hills from the rude world...
Page 147 - In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As — fail ! — (You will instruct him further, Mnrion) Follow her — but at distance; — speak not to her, Till you are housed.
Page 143 - Have stoop'd from their high sphere; how love, like death Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre. Thus I made my home In the soft palace of a fairy Future! My father died; and I, the peasant-born, Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise Out of the prison of my mean estate; And, with such jewels as the exploring mind Brings from the caves of knowledge, buy my ransom From those twin gaolers of the daring heart Low birth and iron fortune.
Page 213 - Next cool, and all unconscious of reproach, Comes the calm " Johnny who upset the coach." * How form'd to lead, if not too proud to please, — His fame would fire you, but his manners freeze. Like or dislike, he does not care a jot ; He wants your vote, but your...
Page 349 - READING -without purpose is sauntering, not exercise. More is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from, libraries skimmed over by a wandering eye. A cottage flower gives honey to the bee, a king's garden none to the butterfly.
Page 90 - can brave the wreck of worlds and the wrath of imaginary gods ! By that soul will I conquer to the last ! Advance, slaves ! — Athenian, resist me, and thy blood be on thine own head ! Thus, then, I regain lone ! " He advanced one step — it was his last on earth ! The ground shook beneath him with a convulsion that cast all around upon its surface. A simultaneous crash resounded through the city, as down toppled many a roof and pillar ! — the...
Page 88 - Praetor was as a reed beneath the whirlwind ; still, at his word, the guards had drawn themselves along the lower benches, on which the upper classes sat separate from the vulgar. They made but a feeble barrier — the waves of the human sea halted for a moment, to enable Arbaces to count the exact moment of his doom? In despair, and in a terror which beat down even pride, he glanced his eyes over the rolling and rushing crowd — when, right above them, through the wide chasm which had been left...
Page 147 - Waits him who drops ; ye safe and formal men, Who write the deeds, and with unfeverish hand Weigh in nice scales the motives of the great...
Page 416 - A southerly wind and a cloudy sky Proclaim it a hunting morning '." —

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