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Because your voice was at my side I gave him pain, Because within my hand I held Your hand again. There is no word nor any sign
By Lorries along sir John Rogers… In Westland row he halted before… So warm. His right hand once more… He turned away and sauntered acros… He handed the card through the bra…
They mouth love’s language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed… Love’s breath in you is stale, wor…
Wind whines and whines the shingle… The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder
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…
Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle
Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the willow leaves
THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I’ll be with y… THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable. THE CHILDREN:
Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to the dreamers
O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tre… My love and I did walk together; And sweet were the words she said… Along with us the summer wind
At that hour when all things have… O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind and the… Of harps playing unto Love to unc… The pale gates of sunrise?
I hear an army charging upon the l… And the thunder of horses plunging… Arrogant, in black armour, behind… Disdaining the reins, with flutter… They cry unto the night their batt…
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…
Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music mak… We two shall wander, hand in hand, Forbearing for old friendship’ sak… Nor grieve because our love was ga…
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and swa… Vast wings above the lambent water… Of sullen day. A waste of waters ruthlessly
