Thomas Stearns Eliot
Hysteria by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Hysteria by Thomas Stearns Eliot

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by ...

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Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire–Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire–Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-- goats and monkeys, with ...

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To Walter De La Mare by Thomas Stearns Eliot

To Walter De La Mare by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The children who explored the brook and found A desert island with a sandy cove (A hiding place, but very dangerous ground, For here the water buffalo may rove, The ...

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The Rum Tum Tugger by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Rum Tum Tugger by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then ...

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The Song Of The Jellicles by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Song Of The Jellicles by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle Cats are black and ...

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The Old Gumbie Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Old Gumbie Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots. All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on ...

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The Naming Of Cats by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Naming Of Cats by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE ...

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The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock by Thomas Stearns Eliot

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, ...

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The Journey Of The Magi by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Journey Of The Magi by Thomas Stearns Eliot

'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.' And the ...

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The Hollow Men by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Hollow Men by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless ...

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The Hippopotamus by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Hippopotamus by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et ...

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The Dry Salvages by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Dry Salvages by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god - sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier; ...

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The Ad-Dressing Of Cats by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Ad-Dressing Of Cats by Thomas Stearns Eliot

You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand their character. You now have learned enough to see That Cats are ...

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Sweeney Erect by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Sweeney Erect by Thomas Stearns Eliot

And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! Paint me a ...

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Spleen by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Spleen by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Sunday: this satisfied procession Of definite Sunday faces; Bonnets, silk hats, and conscious graces In repetition that displaces Your mental self-possession By this ...

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Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble? We must find him or the train ...

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Old Deuteronomy by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Old Deuteronomy by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's ...

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Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They had extensive reputation. ...

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Mr. Mistoffelees by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mr. Mistoffelees by Thomas Stearns Eliot

You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to me and don't scoff. All his Inventions are off his own ...

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Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Look, look, master, here comes two religions caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window-panes. In the ...

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Mr. Apollinax by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mr. Apollinax by Thomas Stearns Eliot

When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees, And of Priapus in the ...

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Morning At The Window by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Morning At The Window by Thomas Stearns Eliot

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area ...

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Mélange Adultère De Tout by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Mélange Adultère De Tout by Thomas Stearns Eliot

En Amerique, professeur; En Angleterre, journaliste; C'est à grands pas et en sueur Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste. En Yorkshire, conferencier; A Londres, un peu banquier, ...

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Macavity: The Mystery Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Macavity: The Mystery Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw - For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair: For ...

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Lune De Miel by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Lune De Miel by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute; Mais une nuit d'été, les voici à Ravenne, A l'sur le dos écartant les genoux De quatre jambes molles tout gonflées de ...

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Little Gidding by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Little Gidding by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and ...

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Le Directeur by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Le Directeur by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise! Tamisel Qui coule si pres du Spectateur. Le directeur Conservateur Du Spectateur Empeste la brise. Les actionnaires Réactionnaires Du ...

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Journey Of The Magi by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Journey Of The Magi by Thomas Stearns Eliot

'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.' And the camels ...

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Gus: The Theatre Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Gus: The Theatre Cat by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus. His ...

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Growltiger’s Last Stand by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Growltiger’s Last Stand by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge: In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large. From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims, Rejoicing ...

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Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and ...

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Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages by Thomas Stearns Eliot

(The Dry Salvages—presumably les trois sauvages—is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape Ann, Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced to rhyme with ...

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Four Quartets 2: East Coker  by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Four Quartets 2: East Coker by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, ...

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Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. ...

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Eyes That Last I Saw In Tears by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Eyes That Last I Saw In Tears by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Eyes that last I saw in tears Through division Here in death's dream kingdom The golden vision reappears I see the eyes but not the tears This is my affliction This is my ...

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East Coker by Thomas Stearns Eliot

East Coker by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or ...

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Dans Le Restaurant by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Dans Le Restaurant by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Le garcon délabré qui n'a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: 'Dans mon pays il fera temps pluvieux, Du vent, du grand soleil, et de la ...

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Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine clubs, For he's the St. James's Street Cat! He's the Cat we ...

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Whispers of Immortality by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Whispers of Immortality by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin.   Daffodil ...

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Four Quartets by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Four Quartets by Thomas Stearns Eliot

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all out exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered ...

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The Waste Land by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Waste Land by Thomas Stearns Eliot

FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO The Burial of the Dead   April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, ...

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Conversation Galante by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Conversation Galante by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I observe: 'Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers ...

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Sweeney among the Nightingales by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Sweeney among the Nightingales by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe.   The circles of the stormy ...

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Burnt Norton by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Burnt Norton by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What ...

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Rhapsody on a Windy Night by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Rhapsody on a Windy Night by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Twelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear relations, ...

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Preludes by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Preludes by Thomas Stearns Eliot

I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy ...

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Portrait of a Lady by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Portrait of a Lady by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Thou hast committed — Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. (The Jew of Malta) I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon ...

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Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-- goats and monkeys, with ...

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Hysteria by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Hysteria by Thomas Stearns Eliot

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by ...

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A Cooking Egg by Thomas Stearns Eliot

A Cooking Egg by Thomas Stearns Eliot

En l'an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs ... Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance from where I was sitting; Views of the Oxford Colleges ...

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