Cross reference topics for line 177

The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,

There are multiple cross reference topics for line 177. Choose from:

1. Emptiness
2. Mentions of rivers, currents, lakes
3. Rubbish, garbage and debris

Topic: Emptiness

• 42)  Oed' und leer das Meer.
  
  
• 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.
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  
• 409)  In our empty rooms
  
  

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: Rubbish, garbage and debris

• 20)  Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
  
  
• 177)  The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
  
  
• 248)  And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
  
  
• 274)   Drifting logs
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  389)  It has no windows, and the door swings,