1 мин
Слушать(AI)Bid Adieu
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways—The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,
When thou hast heard his name upon The bugles of the
Begin thou softly to unzone Thy girlish bosom unto
And softly to undo the
That is the sign of maidenhood.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
I Hear an Army
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers
Ecce Puer
Of the dark pastA child is born; With joy and My heart is torn Calm in his
What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon
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 With the comedian Capuchin Believe me rather that am wise In disre...
This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart And happy between kiss and kiss: My hope and all my riches — - yes — - And all my happiness