My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to…
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verge…
Arches on soaring arches,
When the shy star goes forth in he…
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
Martin Cunningham, first, poked h…
—Come on, Simon.
—After you, Mr Bloom said.
Mr Dedalus covered himself quickl…
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
For he shall know then
Lean out of the window,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed,
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain ——
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
My dove, my beautiful one,
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
The odorous winds are weaving
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet —…
A sage that is but kith and kin
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time’s wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair—yet frailest
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
For many a choir is singing now
Where Love did sometime go.
And hear you not the thrushes call…
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
O, hurry over the dark lands
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…
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…