The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: The Hippopotamus, 1920
Contributed by: Zaady
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Source: The Hollow Men, 1925
I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.
Source: A Cooking Egg, 1920
Hurry up, please, its time.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Game of Chess
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive at what we started and know the place for the first time.
And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression.
Source: Portrait of a Lady, 1917, III
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you, Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Source: The Waste Land
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
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