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 ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost its Root -- The tightening the Soil around And setting it ...
They put Us far apart -- As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula -- We signified "These see" -- ...
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still No Hue of Afternoon -- Upon the Village I perceived From House ...
The Color of a Queen, is this -- The Color of a Sun At setting -- this and Amber -- ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
No Man can compass a Despair -- As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The ...
Morning -- is the place for Dew -- Corn -- is made at Noon -- After dinner light -- for ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave Upon their Setting Names -- The Iris not of Occident That disappears as ...
Delight's Despair at setting Is that Delight is less Than the sufficing Longing That so impoverish. Enchantment's Perihelion Mistaken oft ...
God permits industrious Angels -- Afternoons -- to play -- I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates -- All -- ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
I love you in the morning and at the setting of the sun And in the hours of darkness before ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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