Unit 6: Part 1 Vocabulary

I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick

Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.

And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.

Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkling of a fading star.

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate

Who was—and am—dumbfounded to find myself
In a topographical frame—here, not there—
The channels of my dreams determined largely
By random chemistry of soil and air

Whatever then my inherited or acquired
Affinities, such remains my childhood's frame
Like a belated rock in the red Antrim clay
That cannot at this era change its pitch or name—
And the prenatal mountain is far away.

Whatever then my inherited or acquired
Affinities, such remains my childhood's frame
Like a belated rock in the red Antrim clay
That cannot at this era change its pitch or name—
And the prenatal mountain is far away.

Not palaces, an era's crown
Where the mind dwells, intrigues, rests