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T.S Eliot quotes from his poems. *this is not my work* using this platform to help revise for year 12 English HSC
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Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
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Of lonely men in shirt sleeves, leaning out of windows?
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There will be time
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Asleep... tired... or it malingers
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“Do I dare?” And, “Do I dare?"
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Like a patient etherised upon a table
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I have heard mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker
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Should I, after tea and cakes and iced, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
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They will say: “how his hair is growing thin!”... “but how his arms and legs are thin!"
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To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was I meant to be; Am an attendant lord... the Fool
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In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo
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Time yet for a hundred indecision’s, and for a hundred visions and revisions
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The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes
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To lead you to an overwhelming question
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To have squeezed the universe into a ball
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Would it have been worth it... would it have been worth while
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The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
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With smells of steak in passageways
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Six O’clock
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And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps
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A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps
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The morning comes to consciousness
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Sawdust-trampled street With all it’s muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands
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One thinks of all the hands that are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms
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The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted
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The light crept up between the shutters And you herd the sparrows in the gutters
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You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands
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Clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands
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His souls stretched right across the skies That fade behind a city block
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At four and five and six o’clock
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Assured of certain certainties
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Mistah Kurts-he dead A penny for the old guy
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men
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Our fried voices when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless
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Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion
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Those who have crossed... Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violet souls but only as the hollow men
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In deaths dream kingdom
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Voices are... More distant and more solemn than a fading star.
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In deaths dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises
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Behaving as the wind behaves
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This is the dead land This is cactus land
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The supplication of a dead mans hand Under the twinkle of a fading star
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Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone
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In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech
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Sightless unless The eyes reappear
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