Title | Author | Year |
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A Memory Of the Players In a Mirror a... | James Joyce | 1917 |
Flood | James Joyce | 1917 |
I Hear an Army | James Joyce | 1914 |
Song | James Joyce | 1907 |
[All day I hear the noise of waters] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[At that hour when all things have re... | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Be not sad because all men] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Because your voice was at my side] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Bright cap and streamers,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Dear heart, why will you use me so?] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Gentle lady, do not sing] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Go seek her out all courteously,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[He who hath glory lost, nor hath] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[I hear an army charging upon the land,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[I would in that sweet bosom be] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[In the dark pine-wood] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Lean out of the window,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Lightly come or lightly go:] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Love came to us in time gone by] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[My dove, my beautiful one,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[My love is in a light attire] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Now, O now, in this brown land] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[O Sweetheart, hear you] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[O cool is the valley now] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[O, it was out by Donnycarney] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Of that so sweet imprisonment] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Rain has fallen all the day] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Silently she's combing,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Sleep now, O sleep now,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Strings in the earth and air] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[The twilight turns from amethyst] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[This heart that flutters near my heart] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Thou leanest to the shell of night,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Though I thy Mithridates were,] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[What counsel has the hooded moon] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[When the shy star goes forth in heaven] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Who goes amid the green wood] | James Joyce | 1907 |
[Winds of May, that dance on the sea,] | James Joyce | 1907 |