What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ What’s up is faith, what’s down is heresy. Feraz Zeid, July 23, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, 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
+ Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky! Feraz Zeid, June 26, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Rain, Rainbow, Sky, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Grief, Mind, Sap, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Feraz Zeid, September 30, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Education, Wise, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Faith is believing what we cannot prove. Feraz Zeid, July 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Believe, Proof, Prove, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Golden, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Earth, Morning, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust? - Max Muller Philologist · Germany
History is too often the refuge of the tidy-minded, making neat patterns when the dust has settled. - Melvyn Bragg Writer and broadcaster · England
[On children:] Being built closer to the floor, they can dust the baseboards in half the time. - Lois Gould Writer · USA
Human life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight. - Lucretius Philosopher and poet · Italy
We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust. - Mick Farren Musician and writer · United Kingdom
He who wrongs the innocent must bear the fruit of his act, like dust flung against the wind. - Gautama Buddha Monk · India
