"Words are, of course,
the most powerful drug used by mankind."
Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
The Hollow Men
The Journey of the Magi
Portrait of a Lady
The Waste Land
mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun...
That time of year thou mayest in me behold...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
ye go to the Indies, my Mary
My Tochers the Jewel
The deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman
Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night