Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter
Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton (1803 - 1873)
Source: The Lady of Lyons, 1838
Contributed by: Zaady
We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.
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!
Source: Ernest Maltravers, bk. iii, ch.i
In science, address the few, in literature the many. In science, the few must dictate opinion to the many; in literature, the many, sooner or later, force their judgement on the few.
Source: Caxtonia, Readers and Writers
Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.
Here Stanley meets, how Stanley scorns the glance! The brilliant chief, -irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash, -the Rupert of Debate
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!
Source: Part ii.
Art and science have their meeting point in method.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash, - the Rupert of debate!
Source: The New Timon. (1846.) Part i.
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