Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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Portrait of Edward Bulwer-Lytton Edward Bulwer-Lytton The Coming Race — Chapter XXIX (1871)

We passed into the deserted streets and along the broad upward road which wound beneath the rocks. Here, where there is neither day nor night, the Silent Hours are unutterably solemn, — the vast space illumined by mortal skill is so wholly without the sight and stir of mortal life. Soft as were our footsteps, their sounds vexed the ear, as out of harmony with the universal repose. I was aware in my own mind, though Zee said it not, that she had decided to assist my return to the upper world, and that we were bound towards the place from which I had descended.
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Portrait of Edward Bulwer-Lytton Edward Bulwer-Lytton The Coming Race — Chapter XXIX (1871)

When I reach the life that lies beyond this speck in time, I shall look round for thee. Even there, the world consigned to thyself and thy people may have rocks and gulfs which divide it from that in which I rejoin those of my race that have gone before, and I may be powerless to cleave way to regain thee as I have cloven way to lose.
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