What did Algernon Charles Swinburne mean by: There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep. - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England Copy
+ But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Flesh, Heart, Poetry, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Let weakness learn meekness. Feraz Zeid, September 23, 2023December 26, 2023, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Experience, Meekness, Weakness, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Change lays her hand not upon the truth. Feraz Zeid, June 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Hand, Lays, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love’s hand to-day. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Hands, Love, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. Feraz Zeid, September 13, 2023December 24, 2023, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Sleep, Vision, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ As a god self-slain on his own strange altar, Death lies dead. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Lying, Self, Strange, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ His speech is a burning fire. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Burning, Fire, Speech, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Algernon Charles Swinburne, End, Enough, 0 - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
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Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
