What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ The greater person is one of courtesy. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Courtesy, Manners, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ We are all a part of every person we have ever met. Feraz Zeid, June 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Community, Mets, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Mind, Nature, Noble, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Past, Portions, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Human, Profit, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Feraz Zeid, August 2, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Anchors, Care, Casts, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth. Feraz Zeid, September 28, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Golden, Morning, Stars, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Wind, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. - Jeremy Bentham Philosopher · England
