Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Tag: villanelle
Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.
James JoyceMoments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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olemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
James JoyceSome undefined sorrow was hidden in the hearts of the protagonists as they stood in silence beneath the leafless trees and when the moment of farewell had come the kiss, which had been withheld by one, was given by both.
James JoyceMože se umreti i u sunčan dan.
James JoyceThree quarks for Muster Mark!
James JoyceTag: physics quark fundamental-particle
Here, and it goes on to appear now, she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking there, pussypussy plunderpussy.
James JoyceSo weenybeenyveenyteeny.
James JoyceTag: nonsense
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
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