As the flight of a river That flows to the sea My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee.…
Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, the 1st Baron Lytton and a Privy Councillor, was a 19th century writer and politician. His poetry, and more especially his novels, made him a great deal of money and established his name as a very popular author. He was known for a genre of writing which has become known as “purple prose”. He was the first user of the phrase “It was a dark and stormy night”. This was the opening line to his novel Paul Clifford. Another phrase that he first used, and is still in use today, was “the pen is mightier than the sword”. He was born Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer on the 25th May 1803 into privileged circumstances. His father was General William Earle Bulwer but he unfortunately died when Edward was only four years old. His mother took the family to live in London. A bright child, he had his first collection of poetry published at the age of 15 and, four years later, entered Trinity College, Cambridge. His talent was clearly writing and he was awarded the Chancellor’s Gold Medal for his English verse. He attained a Bachelors’ degree the following year and also had a small collection of poems published under the title Weeds and Wild Flowers. It looked as though he was about to embark on military service for a while having purchased, as was the custom at the time, an Army commission. He changed his mind though and sold it to someone else. He then disappointed his mother by marrying an Irish woman in 1827 and, as a result, had his allowance stopped. He was thus forced to work for a living, entering politics as well as writing, and his efforts took their toll on his marriage. He was unfaithful to his wife as well and they were divorced in acrimonious circumstances after only nine years, the marriage having produced two children. The acrimony continued for a long time afterwards and Lytton felt so harassed at one point that he had his ex-wife committed to a mental asylum. His relationship with his mother remained strained right up to her death but he sought to reconcile himself to her memory by preserving her residence exactly as she had left it and by adopting her name, from then on being known as Bulwer-Lytton. He then concentrated on both his public and his literary life, and was so influential in politics that he was even offered the crown of Greece in 1862 on the death of King Otto. He politely declined. Four years later he became Baron Lytton. Another declined appointment was an offer from Prime Minister Lord Melbourne to become First Lord of the Admiralty. Lytton’s reasons were that he preferred to concentrate on his career as an author. His output was extremely diverse, ranging from the mystical to the romantic, from the occult to accurate historical descriptions. He reputedly inspired Bram Stoker to write his Dracula classic horror with his own The Haunted and the Haunters or The House and the Brain, written in 1859. In complete contrast were pieces of work such as the poem The Song Of The Fairies In The Ruins Of Heidelberg, a whimsical piece of legend and fantasy. The poem is reproduced here: As indicated above, he was responsible for a phrase still widely used today when he wrote a play called Richelieu which included the line: Another is a description of the common people which he referred to as “the great unwashed” in his novel Paul Clifford, published in 1830. Edward Bulwer-Lytton died on the 18th January 1873 at the age of 69. This followed an illness connected with hearing problems. It is thought that an abscess burst and affected his brain, thus causing a fatal fit. He had openly declared that he did not want his remains to be interred in Westminster Abbey, but this is where he was laid to rest.
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In the veins of the calix foams and glows The blood of the mantling vine, But oh! in the bowl of Youth there glows A Lesbian, more divine!…
Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the sight of sunset-sailing ships, Altho' they leave us on a lonely shore:…
In the veins of the calix foams and glows The blood of the mantling vine, But oh! in the bowl of Youth there glows A Lesbian, more divine!…
Away with your stories of Hades, Which the Flamen has forged to affright us- We laugh at your three Maiden Ladies, Your Fates-and your sullen Cocytus.…
I. Hark! through these flowers our music sends its greeting To your loved halls, where Psilas shuns the day; When the young god his Cretan nymph was meeting…
I. On thy couch of cloud reclined, Wake, O soft and sacred Wind! Soft and sacred will we name thee,…
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw the moon from heaven.…
I. It is not that our earlier Heaven Escapes its April showers, Or that to childhood's heart is given…
I. Farewell! O soul departed! Farewell! O sacred urn! Bereaved and broken-hearted,…
I. Who will assume the bays That the hero wore? Wreaths on the Tomb of Days…
I. Like a Star in the seas above, Like a Dream to the waves of sleep- Up-up-THE INCARNATE LOVE-…
I. Buy my flowers - O buy - I pray! The blind girl comes from afar; If the earth be as fair as I hear them say,…
I. The moon on the Latmos mountain Her pining vigil keeps; And ever the silver fountain…
I. The merry Loves one holiday Were all at gambols madly; But Loves too long can seldom play…
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