10 ordspråk av Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton
Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton
Art is Nature made by Man To Man the interpreter of God
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Let any man show the world that he feels Afraid of its bark and 't will fly at his heels: Let him fearlessly face it, 't will leave him alone: But 't will fawn at his feet if he flings it a bone
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Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.
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Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.
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Oh, moment of sweet peril, perilous sweet! When woman joins herself to man
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The man who seeks one thing in life and but one May hope to achieve it before life is done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets
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The things which must be must be for the best
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The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day
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Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them
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Thought alone is eternal
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