Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
He'd spent his life trying to control the names people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. ...
Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- His Nature is at Full Or Quarter -- as I signify -- ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The years of my youth, my sensual life -- how clearly I see their meaning now. What needless repentances, how ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to Thee I call, ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
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