What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: The white flower of a blameless life. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Nature, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Tho’ much is taken, much abides. Feraz Zeid, October 13, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Gratitude, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May. Feraz Zeid, November 4, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Blow, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Authority forgets a dying king. Feraz Zeid, September 20, 2023December 24, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Death, Dying, Kings, 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
+ I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Music, Pipe, Singing, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ The greater man the greater courtesy. Feraz Zeid, September 23, 2023December 24, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Courtesy, Manners, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ 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
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. - Jeremy Bentham Philosopher · England
