What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ Sweet is true love, though given in vain. Read explanation Author, September 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Love, Pain, Sweetness, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ The white flower of a blameless life. Author, August 19, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Innocence, Perfection, Purity, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Death, Progress, Renewal, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. Author, November 4, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Deception, Morality, Truth, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Who is wise in love, love most, say least. Author, August 27, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Communication, Love, Wisdom, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Death, Dream, Love, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ That man’s the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Love, Patriotism, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Bible reading is an education in itself. Author, October 15, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Education, Self-improvement, Spirituality, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I won’t bet $100 against house odds between now and the grave. Read explanation Charlie Munger Business person
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Statues to great men are made of the stones thrown at them in their lifetime. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
