Cross reference topics for line 312

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

There are multiple cross reference topics for line 312. Choose from:

1. Use of alliteration
2. Death
3. Phonecia, Carthage, and the Mediterrian
4. Sailors
5. Time

Topic: Use of alliteration

The repetition of the same letter at the beginning of two or more words immediately succeeding each other"," or at short intervals; as in the following lines:

Behemoth, biggest born of earth, upheaved His vastness.
     --Milton

Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.      -- Tennyson

The recurrence of the same letter in accented parts of words is also called alliteration. Anglo-Saxon poetry is characterized by alliterative meter of this sort. Later poets also employed it.

In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne,
I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were.
     -- P. Plowman

Please excuse me. There are some things in here that are not alliteration. I need some time to clean up.

S sounds:

• 8)  Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
  9)  With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
  
  
• 110)  Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
  
  

Atter & Ma:

• 262)  And a clatter and a chatter from within
  263)  Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
  264)  Of Magnus Martyr hold
  
  

F and Ph:

• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  
  

P:

• 326)  Prison and palace and reverberation
  
  

Ink:

• 335)  If there were water we should stop and drink
  
• 336)  Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
  

S sounds again:

• 344)  But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
  
  

Pretty obvious:

• 357)   Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
  
  

Ms and Hs:

• 367)  Murmur of maternal lamentation
  
• 368)  Who are those hooded hordes swarming
  

B sounds:

• 379)  And bats with baby faces in the violet light
  
• 380)  Whistled, and beat their wings
  
• 381)  And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
  

Topic: Death

• I)  The Burial of the Dead
  
  
• 2)  Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  
  
• 23)  And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
  
  
• 40)  Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
  
  
• 47)  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
  
  
• 55)  The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
  
  
• 63)  I had not thought death had undone so many.
  
  
• 68)  With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
  
  
• 70)  'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
  
  
• 71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  
  
• 116)  Where the dead men lost their bones.
  
  
• 125)  Those are pearls that were his eyes.
  
  
• 126)  'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
  
  
• 160)  (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
  
  
• 172)  Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  
  
• 191)  Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
  
  
• 192)  And on the king my father's death before him.
  
  
• 246)  And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
  
  
• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  
  
• 328)  He who was living is now dead
  329)  We who were living are now dying
  
• 339)  Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  
• 406)  Which is not to be found in our obituaries
  
  
• 416)  Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
  
  

Topic: Phonecia, Carthage, and the Mediterrian

• 47)  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
  
• 70)  'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
  
• 92)  Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
  
• 209)  Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
  
• 245)  I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
  
• 307)   To Carthage then I came
  
• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  

Topic: Sailors

See the following lines:

• 47)  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
  
  
• 52)  And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
  
  
• 221)  Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
  
  
• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  
  
• 321)  Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
  
  

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