The Wit and Wisdom of E. Bulwer-Lytton

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J. B. Alden, 1885 - 264 стор.
 

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Сторінка 241 - So sayest thou, sage and sober moralist! But wert thou tried? Sublime Philosophy, Thou art the Patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven, And bright with beck'ning angels— but, alas!
Сторінка 241 - 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.
Сторінка 190 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city, Tell how the country erreth, Tell, manhood shakes off pity, Tell, virtue least preferreth.
Сторінка 203 - What we call eternity may be but an endless series of those transitions .which men call deaths, abandonments of home after home, ever to fairer scenes and loftier heights. Age after age, the spirit, that glorious nomad, may shift its tent, fated not to rest in the dull Elysium of the heathen, but carrying with it evermore its elements, — activity and desire.
Сторінка 117 - I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and the reason of things...
Сторінка 134 - But my father, in his counsels, did not seek to oppose a mind so obstinately bent upon a single course ; he sought rather to guide and strengthen it in the way it should go. The seas of human life are wide. Wisdom may suggest the voyage, but it must first look to the condition of the ship, and the nature of the merchandise to exchange. Not every vessel that sails from Tarshish can bring back the gold of Ophir ; but shall it therefore rot in the harbor...
Сторінка 243 - Ay, is it so ; — Then wakes the power which in the age of iron Burst forth to curb the great, and raise the low.
Сторінка 75 - Bend on me then thy tender eyes, as stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine , Mine earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine.
Сторінка 244 - Thro' gain and loss — thro' glory and disgrace — Along the plains, where passionate Discord rears Eternal Babel — still the holy stream Of human happiness glides on ! LOUIS. And must we Thank for that also — our prime Minister ? RICHELIEU.
Сторінка 243 - Could I recall the past — or had not set The prodigal treasures of the bankrupt soul In one slight bark upon the shoreless sea ! The yoked steer, after his day of toil, Forgets the goad and rests — to me alike Or day or night. Ambition has no rest! Shall I resign...

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