T.S. Eliot - A Cooking Egg - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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        En l'an trentiesme de mon aage         Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... Pipit sate upright in her chair         Some distance from where I was sitting; Views of the Oxford Colleges         Lay on the table, with the knitting. Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,         Her grandfather and great great aunts, Supported on the mantelpiece         An Invitation to the Dance. . . . . . . I shall not want Honour in Heaven         For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus          And other heroes of that kidney. I shall not want Capital in Heaven         For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond: We two shall lie together, lapt         In a five per cent Exchequer Bond. I shall not want Society in Heaven,         Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride; Her anecdotes will be more amusing         Than Pipit's experience could provide. I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:         Madame Blavatsky will instruct me In the Seven Sacred Trances;         Piccarda de Donati will conduct me. . . . . . . But where is the penny world I bought         To eat with Pipit behind the screen? The red-eyed scavengers are creeping         From Kentish Town and Golder's Green; Where are the eagles and the trumpets?         Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. Over buttered scones and crumpets         Weeping, weeping multitudes Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s
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