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Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree : you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say 'this we know'.
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For I have known them all already,known them all. Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall, Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?
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T.S. Eliot |
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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 scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street
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T.S. Eliot |
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6b398f6
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Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
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T.S. Eliot |
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a2c4c05
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What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation.
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T.S. Eliot |
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6392646
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Footsteps shuffled on the stair/Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair/Spread out in fiery points/Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
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T.S. Eliot |
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69a9e81
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Where shall the word be found, where will the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence...
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T.S. Eliot |
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12df075
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two w..
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time
poetry
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T.S. Eliot |
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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 camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling And running away, and wanting their liquor and w..
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magi
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T.S. Eliot |
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For our own past is covered by the currents of action, But the torment of others remains an experience Unqualified, unworn by subsequent attrition. People change, and smile: but the agony abides.
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T.S. Eliot |
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They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man that pretends to be.
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perfection
escape
goodness
system
shadow
utopia
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T.S. Eliot |
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661aee2
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This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.
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T.S. Eliot |
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94abd19
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Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table. Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit. We..
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poetry
prufrock
tfios
hazel
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T.S. Eliot |
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The detective story, as created by Poe, is something as specialised and as intellectual as a chess problem, whereas the best English detective fiction has relied less on the beauty of the mathematical problem and much more on the intangible human element. [...] In the mystery is finally solved, not altogether by human ingenuity, but largely by accident. Since Collins, the best heroes of English detective fiction have been, like Sergeant C..
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mysteries
detective-stories
detectives
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T.S. Eliot |
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The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
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wisdom
humility
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T.S. Eliot |
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21c7d73
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And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.
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T.S. Eliot |
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2dfb592
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Human kind Cannot bear very much reality. -
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T.S. Eliot |
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You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles' heel. You will go on, and when you have prevailed You can say: at this point many a one has failed. But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you receive from me? Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end.
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T.S. Eliot |
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The vast accumulations of knowledge--or at least of information--deposited by the nineteenth century have been responsible for an equally vast ignorance. When there is so much to be known, when there are so many fields of knowledge in which the same words are used with different meanings, when every one knows a little about a great many things, it becomes increasingly difficult for anyone to know whether he knows what he is talking about or..
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T.S. Eliot |
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i said to my soul be still and wait so the darkness shall be the light and the stillness
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life
light-and-darkness
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Ash on an old man's sleeve, Is all the ash the burnt roses leave. Dust in the air suspended Marks the place where a story ended, Dust in breathed was a house- The wall, the wainscot and the mouse. The death of hope and despair, This is the death of air.
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T.S. Eliot |
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The world turns and the world changes, But one thing does not change. In all of my years, one thing does not change, However you disguise it, this thing does not change: The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.
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struggle
good
world
changeless
disguise
evil
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T.S. Eliot |
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Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word... Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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T.S. Eliot |
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I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
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love
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T.S. Eliot |
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880ce73
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And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.
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T.S. Eliot |
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'qwl lnfsy bqy bl Hrk wntZry bl 'ml fl'ml qd ykwn tmnyan llshy' lkhT' wntZry bl Hb flHb qd ykwn Hban llshy' lkhT' hnk b`d ymn wlkn lymn wlHb wl'ml klh fy lntZr ntZr bl fkr l'nk Gyr m`dW llfkr
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A christian martyrdom is never an accident, for Saints are not made by accident.
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god
by-chance
saints
martyrdom
christian
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T.S. Eliot |
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Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence ... Words, strain, Crack, and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
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Sovegna vos. Here are the years that walk between, bearing Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. The new years walk, restoring Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem The time. Redeem The unread vision in the higher dream While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.
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T.S. Eliot |
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fbfd425
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Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
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Jellicle Cats are black and white Jellicle Cats are rather small Jellicle Cats are merry and bright And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul. Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces, Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;
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T.S. Eliot |
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Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me
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