What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: God’s finger touched him, and he slept. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul Feraz Zeid, September 9, 2023December 24, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Mistress, Self, Soul, 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
+ And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Common, Grain, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Love, Pain, Sweet, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Perseverance, Strength, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Death, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Be near me when my light is low… And all the wheels of being slow. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Death, Light, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Hate, Love, Perfect, 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
