Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
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