What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: God’s finger touched him, and he slept. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ 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
+ All things human change. Feraz Zeid, November 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Change, Human, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ And wheresoe’er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Good Luck, Shoes, 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
+ Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Nature, Soul, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Equal, Faith, 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