John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton 1803-1873 John Bartlett
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Rank is a great beautifier. | |
The Lady of Lyons. Act ii. Sc. i. | |
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Curse away! And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverb The Arabs have,—“Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost.” | |
The Lady of Lyons. Act v. Sc. ii. | |
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You speak As one who fed on poetry. | |
Richelieu. Act i. Sc. vi. | |
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Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword. 1 | |
Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. ii. | |
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Ambition has no risk. | |
Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. | |
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Take away the sword; States can be saved without it. | |
Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. | |
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In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As “fail.” | |
Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. | |
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Our glories float between the earth and heaven Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun. | |
Richelieu. Act v. Sc. iii. | |
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The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash,—the Rupert of debate! 2 | |
The New Timon. (1846). Part i. | |
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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! | |
The New Timon. (1846). Part ii. | |
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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! 3 | |
A Lament. | |
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Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.” | |
A Lament. | |
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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. | |
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Buy my flowers,—oh buy, I pray! The blind girl comes from afar. | |
Buy my Flowers. | |
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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. | |
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The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan. | |
Night and Morning. Chap. vi. | |
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Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell. | |
Last of the Barons. Book v. Chap. i. | |
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A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. | |
The Disowned. Chap. xxxiii. | |
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The easiest person to deceive is one’s own self. | |
The Disowned. Chap. xlii. | |
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The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells. | |
Eugene Aram. Book i. Chap. vii. | |
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Fate laughs at probabilities. | |
Eugene Aram. Book i. Chap. x. | |
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In science, read, by preference the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classics are always modern. | |
Caxtoniana: Hints on Mental Culture. |
Note 1. See Burton, page 189. [back] |
Note 2. In April, 1844, Mr. Disraeli thus alluded to Lord Stanley: “The noble lord is the Rupert of debate.” [back] |
Note 3. Ships that pass in the night. See Longfellow, page 644. [back] |