Exploring The Waste Land
A cross reference page linked from The Waste Land, Part 367
Cross reference topics for line 367
Murmur of maternal lamentation
There are multiple cross reference topics for line 367. Choose from:
- Use of alliteration
- Cries and crying
- Sounds
Alliteration - Al-lit-`er-a-tion, noun:
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:
Atter & Ma:
F and Ph:
P:
Ink:
S sounds again:
Pretty obvious:
Ms and Hs:
B sounds:
See the following lines:
See the following lines:
- 24) And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
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39) Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
40) Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
41) Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
- 68) With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
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103) 'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
104) And other withered stumps of time
105) Were told upon the walls; staring forms
106) Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
107) Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
108) Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
109) Spread out in fiery points
110) Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
- 117) 'What is that noise?'
- 175) Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
- 185) But at my back in a cold blast I hear
- 197) The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
- 259) O City city, I can sometimes hear
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323) After the frosty silence in the gardens
324) After the agony in stony places
325) The shouting and the crying
326) Prison and palace and reverberation
327) Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
- 341) There is not even silence in the mountains
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352) If there were the sound of water only
353) Not the cicada
354) And dry grass singing
355) But sound of water over a rock
356) Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
357) Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
358) But there is no water
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366) What is that sound high in the air
367) Murmur of maternal lamentation
- 372) Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
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398) The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
399) Then spoke the thunder
Exploring The Waste Land
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