#IrishWriters
What parallel courses did Bloom a… Starting united both at normal wal… Of what did the duumvirate deliber… Music, literature, Ireland, Dubli… Did Bloom discover common factors…
Again! Come, give, yield all your stre… From far a low word breathes on th… Its cruel calm, submission’s miser… Gentling her awe as to a soul pred…
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier? Who passes in the sunlight
He Who Hath Glory Lost He who hath glory lost, nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, Among his foes in scorn and wrath Holding to ancient nobleness,
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came… —Introibo ad altare Dei. Halted, he peered down the dark wi… —Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fea… Solemnly he came forward and mount…
Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holl… Send us bright one, light one, Ho… Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boy… Universally that person’s acumen i… It is not why therefore we shall w…
Dear heart, why will you use me so… Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, Still are you beautiful – but O, How is your beauty raimented! Through the clear mirror of your e…
Winds of May, that dance on the s… Dancing a ring—around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overh… The foam flies up to be garlanded, In silvery arches spanning the air…
A onelegged sailor, swinging himse… —Very well, indeed, father. And y… Father Conmee was wonderfully wel… Father Conmee was very glad to se… —Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy.
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love’s deep slumber and from… For lo! the treees are full of sig… Whose leaves the morn admonisheth. Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Martin Cunningham, first, poked h… —Come on, Simon. —After you, Mr Bloom said. Mr Dedalus covered himself quickl… Yes, yes.
Urbane, to comfort them, the quake… —And we have, have we not, those p… He came a step a sinkapace forward… A noiseless attendant setting open… —Directly, said he, creaking to go…
THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I’ll be with y… THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable. THE CHILDREN:
Wind whines and whines the shingle… The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder
The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green g… The trees of the avenue. The old piano plays an air,