What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: We needs must love the highest when we see it. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ants, Gleam, Sun, 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
+ The thrall in person may be free in soul Feraz Zeid, October 5, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Soul, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Sweet is true love, though given in vain. Explain Feraz Zeid, September 11, 2023December 24, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Love, Sweet, Vain, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men. Feraz Zeid, October 8, 2023December 26, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be! Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Deep Thought, Humor, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. Feraz Zeid, July 8, 2023December 12, 2023, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Europe, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Pace, Rooms, 0 - Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. - Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
