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Early Poetry by James Joyce (Illustrated)电子书

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作       者:James Joyce

出  版  社:Delphi Classics (Parts Edition)

出版时间:2017-07-17

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This eBook features the unabridged text of ‘Early Poetry’ from the bestselling edition of ‘The Complete Works of James Joyce’. Having established their name as the leading publisher of classic literature and art, Delphi Classics produce publications that are individually crafted with superior formatting, while introducing many rare texts for the first time in digital print. The Delphi Classics edition of Joyce includes original annotations and illustrations relating to the life and works of the author, as well as individual tables of contents, allowing you to navigate eBooks quickly and easily.eBook features:* The complete unabridged text of ‘Early Poetry’* Beautifully illustrated with images related to Joyce’s works* Individual contents table, allowing easy navigation around the eBook* Excellent formatting of the textPlease visit www.delphiclassics.com to learn more about our wide range of titles
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JAMES JOYCE

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James Joyce: Parts Edition

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Et Tu, Healy

O fons Bandusiae

Are you not weary of ardent ways

I only ask you to give me your fair hands

La scintille de l’allumette

A voice that sings

Scalding tears shall not avail

Yea, for this love of mine

We will leave the village behind

Gladly above

After the tribulation of dark strife

Told sublimely in the language

Love that I can give you, lady

Wind thine arms round me

Where none murmureth

Lord, thou knowest my misery

Thunders and sweeps along

Though there is no resurrection from the past

And I have sat amid the turbulent crowd

Gorse-flower makes but sorry dining

That I am feeble, that my feet

The grieving soul. But no grief is thine

Let us fling to the winds all moping and madness

Hands that soothe my burning eyes

Now a whisper... now a gale

O, queen, do on thy cloak

Requiem eternam dona ei, Domine

Of thy dark life, without a love, without a friend

I intone the high anthem

Some are comely and some are sour

Flower to flower knits

In the soft nightfall

Discarded, broken in two

The Holy Office

Gas from a Burner

Alas, how sad the lover’s lot

O, it is cold and still - alas!

She is at peace where she is sleeping

I said: I will go down to where

Though we are leaving youth behind

Come out to where youth is met

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