What did Lord Byron mean by: All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most. - Lord Byron Poet · England Copy
+ Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Grief, Love, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Findings, Literature, Merit, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Love, Self, Snakes, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. Feraz Zeid, October 10, 2023December 26, 2023, Lord Byron, Fiction, Funny, Truth, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Death, Sleep, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne’er consent”—consented. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Consent, Whispering, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Grieving, if aught inanimate e’er grieves, Over the unreturning brave. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Brave, Grieving, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ‘Tis that I may not weep. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Laughing, Laughter, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
It is a great misfortune neither to have enough wit to talk well nor enough judgment to be silent. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Nations and men are only the best when they are the gladdest, and deserve heaven when they enjoy it. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
Remorse sleeps during prosperity but awakes bitter consciousness during adversity. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
