Sweeney Erect (T. S. Eliot Poem)
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
This salt-stain spot marks the place where men lay down their heads, back to the bench, and hoist nothing that ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day, The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so. There ...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
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