Produced by David Widger
INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
WORKS OF
JAMES JOYCE
Compiled by David Widger
CONTENTS
## DUBLINERS
## CHAMBER MUSIC
## PORTRAIT--ARTIST AS YOUNG MAN
## ULYSSES
## EXILES
TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
DUBLINERS
by James Joyce
CONTENTS
The Sisters
An Encounter
Araby
Eveline
After the Race
Two Gallants
The Boarding House
A Little Cloud
Counterparts
Clay
A Painful Case
Ivy Day in the Committee Room
A Mother
Grace
The Dead
CHAMBER MUSIC
By James Joyce
CONTENTS WITH FIRST LINES
I Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
II The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
III At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
IV When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
V Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
VI I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
VII My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
VIII Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
IX Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
X Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
XI Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
XII What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
XIII Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
XIV My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
XV From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love’s deep slumber and from death,
XVI O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
XVII Because your voice was at my sidew
I gave him pain,
XVIII O sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale;
XIX Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
XX In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
XXI He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
XXII Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain—
XXIII This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
XXIV Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair,
XXV Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
XXVI Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.
XXVII Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
XXVIII Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
XXIX Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
XXX Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
XXXI O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
XXXII Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
XXXIII Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
XXXIV Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
XXXV All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
XXXVI I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
By James Joyce
Chapter I