“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Here the crow starves, here the patient stag Breeds for the rifle. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Pollicle dogs and cats all must Jellicle cats and dogs all must Like undertakers, come to dust. Here a little dog I pause Heaving… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
There are those who would build the Temple, And those who prefer that theTemple should not be built. In the days of Nehemiah the… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
What life have you if you have not life together? There is no life that is not in community, — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Beneath the trees there is no ease For the dull brain, the sharp desires And the quick eyes of Woolly Bear. There is no… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Macavity, Macavity, there's noone like Macavity, He's broken every human law,he breaks the law of gravity. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
A rat crept softly through the vegetation Dragging its slimy belly on the bank While I was fishing in the dullcanal On a winter… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
The tiger in the tiger-pit Is not more irritable than I. The whipping tail is not morestill Than when I smell the enemy Writhing… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
“At the first turning of the second stair I turned and saw below The same shape twisted on the banister Under the vapour in… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
DORIS: Here's the two of spades. DUSTY: The two of spades! THAT'S THE COFFIN!! DORIS: THAT'S THE COFFIN? Oh good heavens what'll I do?… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
