Potential Titles: T.S. Eliot

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Her shuttered barge burned on the water - T.S. Eliot "Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar"

The smoky candle end of time - T.S. Eliot "Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar"

Who clipped the lion's wings - T.S. Eliot "Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar"

Meditating on time's ruins - T.S. Eliot "Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar"

The eternal enemy of the absolute - T.S. Eliot "Conversation Galante"

Our sentimental friend the moon - T.S. Eliot "Conversation Galante"

On the mantelpiece an Invitation to the Dance - T.S. Eliot "A Cooking Egg"

Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride - T.S. Eliot "A Cooking Egg"

Madame Blavatsky will instruct me in the Seven Sacred Trances - T.S. Eliot "A Cooking Egg"

Where are the eagles and the trumpets? - T.S. Eliot "A Cooking Egg"

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps - T.S. Eliot "A Cooking Egg"

Strode across the hills and broke them - T.S. Eliot "Cousin Nancy"

The army of unalterable law - T.S. Eliot "Cousin Nancy"

Weave the sunlight in your hair - T. S. Eliot "La Figlia Che Piange"

A fugitive resentment in your eyes - T. S. Eliot "La Figlia Che Piange"

Simple and faithless as a smile - T. S. Eliot "La Figlia Che Piange"

Still amaze the troubled midnight - T. S. Eliot "La Figlia Che Piange"

An old man in a dry month - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Knee deep in the salt marsh - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Signs are taken for wonders - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Vacant shuttles weave the wind - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

History has many cunning passages - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Deceives with whispering ambitions - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

That the giving famishes the craving - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Till the refusal propagates a fear - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

The tiger springs in the new year - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

To lose beauty in terror - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

With a thousand small deliberations - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

The profit of their chilled delirium - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Variety in a wilderness of mirrors - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

A dull head among windy spaces - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

To be drunk among whispers - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

In the dark room shifting the candles - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

Multiply variety in a wilderness of mirrors - T.S. Eliot "Gerontion"

May err in compassing material ends - T.S. Eliot "The Hippopotamus"

Need never stir to gather in its dividends - T.S. Eliot "The Hippopotamus"

More distant and more solemn than a fading star - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

No nearer in death's dream kingdom - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

That final meeting in the twilight kingdom - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

The supplication of a dead man's hand - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

Form prayers to broken stone - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

Here in this valley of dying stars - T.S. Eliot "The Hollow Men"

Becoming involved in her laughter - T.S. Eliot "Hysteria"

The muttering retreats of restless nights - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

That follow like a tedious argument - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Time yet for a hundred indecisions - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

For a hundred visions and revisions - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Measured out my life with coffee spoons - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

With a dying fall beneath the music - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

Till human voices wake us - T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

His laughter was submarine and profound - T.S. Eliot "Mr. Apollinax"

Under the penitential gates sustained by staring Seraphim - T.S. Eliot "Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service"

Along the trampled edges of the street - T.S. Eliot "Morning at the Window"

Four wax candles in a darkened room - T.S. Eliot "Portrait of a Lady"

A broken violin on an August afternoon - T.S. Eliot "Portrait of a Lady"

The smell of hyacinths across the garden - T.S. Eliot "Portrait of a Lady"

Our beginnings never know our ends - T.S. Eliot "Portrait of a Lady"

Must borrow every changing shape - T.S. Eliot "Portrait of a Lady"

The burnt-out ends of smoky days - T.S. Eliot "Preludes"

The other masquerades that time resumes - T.S. Eliot "Preludes"

Gathering fuel in vacant lots - T.S. Eliot "Preludes"

The street held in a lunar synthesis - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

Whispering lunar incantations - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

Dissolve the floors of memory - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

Memory and all its clear relations - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

An old crab with barnacles on his back - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

Of sunless dry geraniums and dust - T.S. Eliot "Rhapsody on a Windy Night"

While yet we may - T.S. Eliot "Song"

Yet let them be divine - T.S. Eliot "Song"

Circles of the stormy moon - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Among the Nightingales"

Cast in the unstilted Cyclades - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Paint me a cavernous waste shore - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Reviewing the insurgent gales which tangle Ariadne's hair - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

This withered root of knots of hair - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Call witness to their principles - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Reviewing the insurgent gales - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Swell with haste the perjured sails - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Gales which tangle Ariadne's hair - T.S. Eliot "Sweeney Erect"

Mixing memory and desire - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

Covering earth in forgetful snow - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

Only a heap of broken images - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

And the dead tree gives no shelter - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

Fear in a handful of dust - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

Looking into the heart of light - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land I: The Burial of the Dead"

In vials of ivory and coloured glass - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land II: A Game of Chess"

Her strange synthetic perfumes - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land II: A Game of Chess"

With a pocket full of currants - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

The evening hour that strives homeward - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

Out of the window perilously spread - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

Makes a welcome of indifference - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

And walked among the lowest of the dead - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

The river sweats oil and tar - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

The barges drift with turning tide - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land III: The Fire Sermon"

After the agony in stony places - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Prison and palace and reverberation - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Thunder of spring over distant mountains - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

The cicada and dry grass singing - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

The awful daring of a moment's surrender - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Which an age of prudence can never retract - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Memories draped by the beneficent spider - T.S. Eliot "The Waste Land V: What the Thunder Said"

Knew the anguish of the marrow - T.S. Eliot "Whispers of Immortality"

Webster was much possessed by death - T.S. Eliot "Whispers of Immortality"

Who found no substitute for sense - T.S. Eliot "Whispers of Immortality"

Allayed the fever of the bone - T.S. Eliot "Whispers of Immortality"


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