Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
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What I see not, I better see -- Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting -- But, ...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That ...
No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit -- I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection -- does -- Circumference be full ...
Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To ...
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
Because He loves Her We will pry and see if she is fair What difference is on her Face From ...
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye -- Of Territory -- Color -- Circumference -- Decay -- Its Amber ...
A throe upon the features -- A hurry in the breath -- An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" -- An ...
A Prison gets to be a friend -- Between its Ponderous face And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express -- And ...
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there -- I held my spirit to ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
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Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
See how her hair has thinned: it does not seem / like hair at all, but like the airy moult ...
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 ...
I wait for you. The years in silence pass And as the image, one, I wait for you again. The ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
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