T S Eliot: 'The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock' and 'The Waste Land'Humanities-Ebooks, 01/01/2007 - 97 من الصفحات Contents: Part 1: Before The Waste Land. Part 2:' The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock'. Part 3: The Waste Land - including The Role of Ezra Pound; The Dramatic Consciousness; The Mythic Consciousness; The Epigraph. Part 4: A Commentary on The Waste Land. Part 5: Bibliography. Part 6: Hyperlinked texts - a valuable compendium of the key works Eliot quotes or alludes to in The Waste Land |
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الصفحة 8
... mind. The critical tradition reflects these dilemmas. The poem was at first typically seen as powerful but incoherent, yet the accompanying notes suggested a 'plan'. New Critics, such as Cleanth Brooks, stressed its structural, thematic ...
... mind. The critical tradition reflects these dilemmas. The poem was at first typically seen as powerful but incoherent, yet the accompanying notes suggested a 'plan'. New Critics, such as Cleanth Brooks, stressed its structural, thematic ...
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... mind and follows it through the stages of a partial recovery. In other words, I assume for The Waste Land as for the other poems a coherent structure of discourse, with a central consciousness uniting the various parts; in what follows ...
... mind and follows it through the stages of a partial recovery. In other words, I assume for The Waste Land as for the other poems a coherent structure of discourse, with a central consciousness uniting the various parts; in what follows ...
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... mind. The yellow alley-cat, rubbing its back and muzzle on the window-panes, licking its tongue into the rancid corners of the night, curling about the house, will return later in the poem. The theme of 'time' is insinuated with the ...
... mind. The yellow alley-cat, rubbing its back and muzzle on the window-panes, licking its tongue into the rancid corners of the night, curling about the house, will return later in the poem. The theme of 'time' is insinuated with the ...
الصفحة 14
... mind, he revises his visions, he has 'revisions'. He envisions his questing self making its way (note the dissociation of self and sensibility) towards its Lady, wondering (in words that resonate): 'Do I dare?' In an immediate re-vision ...
... mind, he revises his visions, he has 'revisions'. He envisions his questing self making its way (note the dissociation of self and sensibility) towards its Lady, wondering (in words that resonate): 'Do I dare?' In an immediate re-vision ...
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... mind combines the Hyacinth garden scene with the suggestion of a death by drowning. The encounter in the Hyacinth garden is a crucial moment within the poem: a moment from the past ('a year ago'), and associated with the memory of ...
... mind combines the Hyacinth garden scene with the suggestion of a death by drowning. The encounter in the Hyacinth garden is a crucial moment within the poem: a moment from the past ('a year ago'), and associated with the memory of ...
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allusion appears associated aware begins called cards Christian City CLOSE Criticism Dante dead death described desire drowned earlier early echo Eliot’s note essay existence experience eyes Faber Facsimile failure fear feeling figure final Fire gives Grail hair Hands hear heart human Hyacinth garden HYPERLINK intimate John King Lady later lines living London look Lord lost Marie marked means memory mind moment night once opening originally passage past perhaps poem poet poet’s Poetry Pound present Press Prufrock question reader refers remains respond Resurrection Ritual Ritual to Romance ruined says scene seems sense sexual singing Smith song speak spiritual suggests T. S. Eliot tells theme thought Thunder Tiresias tradition translation turn University vision voice Waste Land woman young
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الصفحة 103 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
الصفحة 105 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
الصفحة 25 - Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision — he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath —
الصفحة 41 - Call for the robin redbreast, and the -wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
الصفحة 64 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 32 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
الصفحة 40 - So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good; so far as we do evil or good, we are human; and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least, we exist.
الصفحة 99 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
الصفحة 45 - Philostratus, in his fourth book de Vita Apollonii, hath a memorable instance in this kind, which I may not omit, of one Menippus Lycius, a young man twenty-five years of age, that going betwixt Cenchreas and Corinth, met such a phantasm in the habit of a fair gentlewoman, which taking him by the hand, carried him home to her house, in the suburbs of Corinth, and told him she was a Phoenician by birth, and if he would tarry with her, he should hear her sing and play, and drink such wine as never...