All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters (James Joyce Poem)
All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He ...
All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Called The Hon 'Lizard Gizzard' with aptness bearing fruit from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit, famous ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard ...
There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
They offer you many things, I a few. Moonlight on the play of fountains at night With water sparkling a ...
The monotone of the rain is beautiful, And the sudden rise and slow relapse Of the long multitudinous rain. The ...
THERE'S a hole in the bottom of the sea. Do you want affidavits? There's a man in the moon with ...
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding ...
LITTLE one, you have been buzzing in the books, Flittering in the newspapers and drinking beer with lawyers And amid ...
Two men came out of Shannon's, having known The faces of each other for so long As they had listened ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. Like a tired child ...
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million ...
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