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
+ I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Bridges, Hands, Venice, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Dignity, Sea, Tears, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Feelings, Loneliness, Solitude, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Comedy, Tragedy, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Fills The air around with beauty. Explain Feraz Zeid, August 23, 2023December 24, 2023, Lord Byron, Air, Beauty, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Smiles form the channels of a future tear. Feraz Zeid, August 26, 2023December 24, 2023, Lord Byron, Form, Tears, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Pope, Sausage, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Earthquakes, Imagination, Poetry, 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
