Cross reference topics for line 173

The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf

There are multiple cross reference topics for line 173. Choose from:

1. Mentions of rivers, currents, lakes
2. The seasons
3. Time
4. Vegetation
5. Death by water

Topic: Mentions of rivers, currents, lakes

• 62)  A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
  
  
• 173)  The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
  174)  Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
  175)  Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
  176)  Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
  177)  The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
  178)  Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
  179)  Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
  180)  And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
  181)  Departed, have left no addresses.
  182)  By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
  183)  Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
  184)  Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
  
  
• 188)  Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
  189)  While I was fishing in the dull canal
  
  
• 257)  'This music crept by me upon the waters'
  
  
• 266)   The river sweats
  
  
• 287)   Carried down stream
  
  
• 318)  Entering the whirlpool.
  
  
• 395)  Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
  
  
• 426)  London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
  
  

Topic: The seasons

• 1)  April is the cruellest month, breeding
  2)  Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  3)  Memory and desire, stirring
  4)  Dull roots with spring rain.
  5)  Winter kept us warm, covering
  6)  Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
  7)  A little life with dried tubers.
  8)  Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
  
  
• 18)  I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
  
  
• 61)  Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
  
  
• 173)  The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
  
  
• 179)  Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
  
  
• 190)  On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
  
  
• 198)  Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
  
  
• 208)  Under the brown fog of a winter noon
  
  
• 327)  Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
  
  

Topic: Time

• 1)  April is the cruellest month, breeding
  
• 11)  And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
  
• 18)  I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
  
• 28)  Your shadow at morning striding behind you
  
• 29)  Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
  
• 61)  Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
  
• 67)  To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
  
• 68)  With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
  
• 104)  And other withered stumps of time
  
• 133)  'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
  
• 135)   The hot water at ten.
  
• 136)  And if it rains, a closed car at four.
  
• 141)  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
  
• 148)  He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
  
• 152)  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
  
• 157)  (And her only thirty-one.)
  
• 165)  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
  
• 168)  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
  
• 169)  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
  
• 170)  Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
  
• 171)  Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
  
• 172)  Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  
• 173)  The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
  
• 179)  Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
  
• 185)  But at my back in a cold blast I hear
  
• 190)  On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
  
• 195)  Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
  
• 196)  But at my back from time to time I hear
  
• 208)  Under the brown fog of a winter noon
  
• 214)  Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
  
• 215)  At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
  
• 220)  At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
  
• 225)  Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
  
• 226)  On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
  
• 243)  (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
  
• 253)  When lovely woman stoops to folly and
  
• 263)  Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
  
• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  
• 316)  Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
  
• 317)  He passed the stages of his age and youth
  
• 322)  After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
  
• 323)  After the frosty silence in the gardens
  
• 324)  After the agony in stony places
  
• 328)  He who was living is now dead
  
• 329)  We who were living are now dying
  
• 330)  With a little patience
  
• 379)  And bats with baby faces in the violet light
  
• 383)  Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
  
• 386)  In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
  
• 404)  Which an age of prudence can never retract
  
• 415)  Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
  
• 416)  Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
  

Topic: Vegetation

• 1)  April is the cruellest month, breeding
  2)  Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  3)  Memory and desire, stirring
  4)  Dull roots with spring rain.
  5)  Winter kept us warm, covering
  6)  Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
  7)  A little life with dried tubers.
  
  
• 19)  What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
  
  
• 35)  'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
  36)  'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
  37)  --Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
  
  
• 71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  72)  'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
  73)  'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
  
  
• 79)  Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
  
  
• 94)  Huge sea-wood fed with copper
  95)  Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
  96)  In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
  97)  Above the antique mantel was displayed
  98)  As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
  
  
• 104)  And other withered stumps of time
  
  
• 173)  The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
  
  
• 187)  A rat crept softly through the vegetation
  
  
• 210)  Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
  
  
• 292)   'Trams and dusty trees
  
  
• 395)  Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
  396)  Waited for rain, while the black clouds
  397)  Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
  398)  The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
  
  

Topic: Death by water

• 8)  Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
  
• 47)  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
  48)  (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
  
• 55)  The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
  
• 70)  'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
  71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  
• 125)  Those are pearls that were his eyes.
  
• 172)  Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  
• 173)  The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
  174)  Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
  
• 182)  By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
  
• 191)  Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
  192)  And on the king my father's death before him.
  
• 193)  White bodies naked on the low damp ground
  
• IV)  Death by Water
  312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  313)  Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
  314)  And the profit and loss.
  315)   A current under sea
  316)  Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
  317)  He passed the stages of his age and youth
  318)  Entering the whirlpool.