What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: Authority forgets a dying king. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Echoes, Soul, Success, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill’d their Christ. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Atheism, Christ, Church, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. Feraz Zeid, October 11, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Heart, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Where love could walk with banish’d Hope no more. Feraz Zeid, August 13, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walks, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ The white flower of a blameless life. Feraz Zeid, August 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Flower, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Feraz Zeid, July 20, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Late, Too Late, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. Feraz Zeid, June 25, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Age, Heirs, Time, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Trust me not at all, or all in all. Feraz Zeid, July 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Feelings, Trust, Trust Me, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
