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James Joyce
James Joyce

Silently She's Combing

Silently She's Combing

Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.


The sun is …

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James Joyce
James Joyce

Rain Has Fallen All the Day

Rain Has Fallen All the Day

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.

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James Joyce
James Joyce

O Sweetheart, Hear You

O Sweetheart, Hear You

O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.


For he shall know…

161
James Joyce
James Joyce

Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain -- -
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain.

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James Joyce
James Joyce

My Love Is in a Light Attire

My Love Is in a Light Attire

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.

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James Joyce
James Joyce

Now, O Now in This Brown Land

Now, O Now in This Brown Land

Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for o…

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James Joyce
James Joyce

Lean Out of the Window

Lean Out of the Window

Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.


My book was closed,
I read no mo…

177
James Joyce
James Joyce

Love Came to Us

Love Came to Us

Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
And one in fear was standing nigh -- -
For Love at first is all af…

189
James Joyce
James Joyce

I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be

I Would in That Sweet Bosom Be

I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad aus…

234
James Joyce
James Joyce

He Who Hath Glory Lost

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 noblenes…

175
James Joyce
James Joyce

Flood

Flood


Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.

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James Joyce
James Joyce

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

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James Joyce
James Joyce

Bid Adieu to Maidenhood

Bid Adieu to Maidenhood

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways—
The zone…

191
James Joyce
James Joyce

Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?

Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?

Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How i…

213
James Joyce
James Joyce

At That Hour

At That Hour

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unt…

236
James Joyce
James Joyce

Be Not Sad

Be Not Sad

Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?


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James Joyce
James Joyce

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears t…

253
James Joyce
James Joyce

A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight

A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight

They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and q…

263
Jack Prelutsky
Jack Prelutsky

Super Samson Simpson

Super Samson Simpson

I am Super Samson Simpson,
I'm superlatively strong,
I like to carry elephants,
I do it all day long,
I pick up half a d…

191
James Joyce
James Joyce

A Flower Given to My Daughter

A Flower Given to My Daughter

Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.

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Jack Prelutsky
Jack Prelutsky

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might disl…

185
Jack Prelutsky
Jack Prelutsky

Dora Diller

Dora Diller

'My stomach's full of butterflies!'
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. 'That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!'

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Jack Prelutsky
Jack Prelutsky

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed

As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's n…

164
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac

Trees

Trees


But a tree has

a long suffering shapeIs
spread in half
by 2 limbed fate

Rises from gray rain
pavements
To…

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