Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, Baron

The Last Days of Pompeii

'HO, Diomed, well met! Do you sup with Glaucus to-night?' said a young man of small stature, who wore his tunic in those loose and effeminate folds which proved him to be a gentleman and a coxcomb. 'Alas, no! dear Clodius; he has not invited me,' replied Diomed, a man of portly frame and of middle age. 'By Pollux, a scurvy trick! for they say his suppers are the best in Pompeii'. 'Pretty well—though there is never enough of wine for me. It is not the old Greek blood that flows in his veins, for he pretends that wine makes him dull the next morning.' 'There may be another reason for that thrift,' said Diomed, raising his brows. 'With all his conceit and extravagance he is not so rich, I fancy, as he affects to be, and perhaps loves to save his amphorae better than his wit.' 'An additional reason for supping with him while the sesterces last. Next year, Diomed, we must find another Glaucus.' 'He is fond of the dice, too, I hear.' 'He is fond of every pleasure; and while he likes the pleasure of giving suppers, we are all fond of him.' 'Ha, ha, Clodius, that is well said! Have you ever seen my wine-cellars, by-the-by?' 'I think not, my good Diomed.' 'Well, you must sup with me some evening; I have tolerable muraenae in my reservoir, and I ask Pansa the aedile to meet you.' 'O, no state with me!—Persicos odi apparatus, I am easily contented. Well, the day wanes; I am for the baths—and you...' 'To the quaestor—business of state—afterwards to the temple of Isis. Vale!' 'An ostentatious, bustling, ill-bred fellow,' muttered Clodius to himself, as he sauntered slowly away. 'He thinks with his feasts and his wine-cellars to make us forget that he is the son of a freedman—and so we will, when we do him the honour of winning his money; these rich plebeians are a harvest for us spendthrift nobles.' Thus soliloquising, Clodius arrived in the Via Domitiana, which was crowded with passengers and chariots, and exhibited all that gay and animated exuberance of life and motion which we find at this day in the streets of Naples. The bells of the cars as they rapidly glided by each other jingled merrily on the ear, and Clodius with smiles or nods claimed familiar acquaintance with whatever equipage was most elegant or fantastic: in fact, no idler was better known in Pompeii. 'What, Clodius! and how have you slept on your good fortune?' cried, in a pleasant and musical voice, a young man, in a chariot of the most fastidious and graceful fashion. Upon its surface of bronze were elaborately wrought, in the still exquisite workmanship of Greece, reliefs of the Olympian games; the two horses that drew the car were of the rarest breed of Parthia; their slender limbs seemed to disdain the ground and court the air, and yet at the slightest touch of the charioteer, who stood behind the young owner of the equipage, they paused motionless, as if suddenly transformed into stone—lifeless, but lifelike, as one of the breathing wonders of Praxiteles. The owner himself was of that slender and beautiful symmetry from which the sculptors of Athens drew their models; his Grecian origin betrayed itself in his light but clustering locks, and the perfect harmony of his features. He wore no toga, which in the time of the emperors had indeed ceased to be the general distinction of the Romans, and was especially ridiculed by the pretenders to fashion; but his tunic glowed in the richest hues of the Tyrian dye, and the fibulae, or buckles, by which it was fastened, sparkled with emeralds: around his neck was a chain of gold, which in the middle of his breast twisted itself into the form of a serpent's head, from the mouth of which hung pendent a large signet ring of elaborate and most exquisite workmanship; the sleeves of the tunic were loose, and fringed at the hand with gold: and across the waist a girdle wrought in arabesque designs

(Edward Bulwer Lytton Masterpiece Collection)

Henry James

Dion Boucicault

W. S. Gilbert

This is a unique edition of four "high society" Victorian comedies, currently enjoying revival on the London stage. The volume includes: Dion Boucicault's London Assurance, W. S. Gilbert's Engaged, Edward Bulwer-Lytton's Money, and Henry James's The High Bid. Each of the plays deals with marriage, tests of affection, and the power of money. A critical introduction, a wide-ranging annotation, and an informative bibliography illuminate the plays' cultural contexts and theatrical potential for reader and performer alike.

London Assurance and Other Victorian Comedies

Bulwer Lytton, cuyo nombre completo es Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, primer Barón Lytton (1803–1873), fue un novelista, dramaturgo y político británico. Lytton era muy popular en su tiempo y acuñó frases como «La pluma es más fuerte que la espada» y «Perseguir al todopoderoso dólar». Hoy se recuerda mejor su tópico: «Era una oscura y tormentosa noche...». Su carrera literaria se inició en 1820, con sus primeros poemas. Escribió en una gran variedad de géneros, incluyendo ficción histórica, misterio, novela romántica, ocultismo y ciencia-ficción.

La Casa de Los Espíritus

La casa y el cerebro : un relato victoriano de fantasmas

John Burroughs (1837-1921) was an American naturalist and essayist important in the U.S. conservation movement. Burroughs was the most important practitioner after Thoreau of the nature essay. He became the Grand Old Man of Nature.

Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, Baron

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