Language
T. S. Eliot
The nightingales are singing near
At whatever time the deed took place— MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind!
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the
A cold coming we had of it,
Tenants of the house,
Here I am, an old man in a dry month
So, while the light fails
Ash on an old man’s sleeve
I think that the river
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
Bob Dylan
And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know why the caged bird sings!
John Dryden
He needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature: he looked inwards, and found her there.
Arthur Conan Doyle
‘The dog did nothing in the night-time.’
‘To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.’
The giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared.
John Donne
On a huge hill,