What did John Clare mean by: And what is Life? – An hour-glass on the run - John Clare Poet · England Copy
+ I long for scenes where man has never trod;… There to abide with my Creator, God. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?No, rather smile away despair Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Despair, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Nature, Summer, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Proof, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Air, Gold, Hot, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Flower, Love Life, Lust, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Clare, Green, Time, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
+ Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away. Feraz Zeid, July 11, 2023December 12, 2023, John Clare, Poor, 0 - John Clare Poet · England
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
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
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
A man often runs the risk of throwing away a witticism if he admits that it is his own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds - Leonora Carrington Painter · United Kingdom
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity. - Jean Toomer Writer