James JOYCE
"James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish novelist, noted for his experimental use of language in such works as Ulysses (1922) and Finneganns Wake (1939)."
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A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far, Rememberest. The clear young
All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters
“All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water\'s
Flood
\"Flood\" By James Joyce \"Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of
The Twilight Turns
\"The Twilight Turns\" By James Joyce \"The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow
A Prayer
“Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its cruel calm, submission\'s
Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So? By James Joyce Dear heart, why will you use me so? Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, Still are you
When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven
\"When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven\" By James Joyce \"When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid
I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be
“I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be” By James Joyce “I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might
Notturno
Smunte nella tenèbra entro a sudari, pallide stelle le loro torce agitano. Fatue luci dai più remoti cieli schiaran fioche, archi su archi
Grace
TWO GENTLEMEN who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him up: but he was quite helpless. He lay curled up at the foot of the stairs down
Araby
NORTH RICHMOND STREET being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers\' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house
After The Race
The cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore
Solitario
Grigiodorate maglie di luna fanno tutta la notte un velo, lampioni a riva sul dormiente lago viticci di alburno tràmano. Maligne canne
Striding the Bones of the Coastal Range
Hiking of solitary again, gaited steady. Striding the bones of the coastal range. Granite flesh unstable, piles wind-riven ocean skin
Churst Apollo
Think on it! In the beginning Had not occurred such thing as mortal Death. Walked hand in hand our new Maide
Nightpiece
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven\'s far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring
