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Complete Works of James Joyce (335 page)
A Goldschmidt swam in a Kriegsverein
There’s an anthropoid consul called Bennett
A bard once in lakelapt Sirmione
The Right Heart in the Wrong Place
The Right Man in the Wrong Place
The press and the public misled me
Jimmy Joyce, Jimmy Joyce, where have you been
I never thought a fountain pen
I saw at Miss Beach’s when midday was shining
Rouen is the rainiest place getting
There’s a coughmixture scopolamine
To Mrs H. G. who complained that her visitors kept late hours
Humptydump Dublin squeaks through his norse
As I was going to Joyce Saint James’
A Portrait of the Artist as an Ancient Mariner
There’s a genial young poetriarch Euge
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
Goodbye, Zurich, I must leave you
Aiutami dunque, O Musa, nitidissima Calligraphia
There’s a maevusmarked maggot called Murphy
A bard once in lakelapt Sirmione
A Goldschmidt swam in a Kriegsverein
A Memory of the Players in a Mirror at Midnight
A Portrait of the Artist as an Ancient Mariner
After the tribulation of dark strife
Aiutami dunque, O Musa, nitidissima Calligraphia
And I have sat amid the turbulent crowd
Are you not weary of ardent ways
As I was going to Joyce Saint James’
C’era una volta, una bella bambina
Come out to where youth is met
Goodbye, Zurich, I must leave you
Gorse-flower makes but sorry dining
Hands that soothe my burning eyes
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
Humptydump Dublin squeaks through his norse
I never thought a fountain pen
I only ask you to give me your fair hands
I said: I will go down to where
I saw at Miss Beach’s when midday was shining
Jimmy Joyce, Jimmy Joyce, where have you been
Let us fling to the winds all moping and madness
Love that I can give you, lady
Now let awhile my messmates be
O, it is cold and still - alas!
O, there are two brothers, the Fays
Of thy dark life, without a love, without a friend
Requiem eternam dona ei, Domine
Rouen is the rainiest place getting
Scalding tears shall not avail
She is at peace where she is sleeping
Some are comely and some are sour
That I am feeble, that my feet
The flower I gave rejected lies
The grieving soul. But no grief is thine
The press and the public misled me
The Right Heart in the Wrong Place
The Right Man in the Wrong Place
There is a clean climber called Sykes
There is a weird poet called Russell
There is a young gallant named Sax
There once was a Celtic librarian
There once was a lounger named Stephen
There once was an author named Wells
There was a young priest named Delaney
There was an old lady named Gregory
There’s a coughmixture scopolamine
There’s a donor of lavish largesse