Four Books (eBook)

James Joyce (Autor)

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2018
732 Seiten
Seltzer Books (Verlag)
978-1-4554-0242-7 (ISBN)

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This file includes: Chamber Music (1907), Dubliners (1914), A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916), and Ulysses (1922. According to Wikipedia: 'James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 - 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist and poet, considered to be one of the most influential writers in the modernist avant-garde of the early 20th century. Joyce is best known for Ulysses (1922), a landmark novel which perfected his stream of consciousness technique and combined nearly every literary device available in a modern re-telling of The Odyssey. Other major works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939), and his complete oeuvre includes three books of poetry, a play, occasional journalism, and his published letters. Joyce was born to a lower-middle class family in Dublin, where he excelled as a student at the Jesuit schools Clongowes and Belvedere, then at University College, Dublin. In his early twenties he emigrated permanently to continental Europe, living in Trieste, Paris and Zürich. Though most of his adult life was spent abroad, Joyce's fictional universe does not extend beyond Dublin, and is populated largely by characters who closely resemble family members, enemies and friends from his time there; Ulysses in particular is set with precision in the streets and alleyways of the city. Shortly after the publication of Ulysses he elucidated this preoccupation somewhat, saying, 'For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.'

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This file includes: Chamber Music (1907), Dubliners (1914), A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916), and Ulysses (1922. According to Wikipedia: "e;James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 - 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist and poet, considered to be one of the most influential writers in the modernist avant-garde of the early 20th century. Joyce is best known for Ulysses (1922), a landmark novel which perfected his stream of consciousness technique and combined nearly every literary device available in a modern re-telling of The Odyssey. Other major works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939), and his complete oeuvre includes three books of poetry, a play, occasional journalism, and his published letters. Joyce was born to a lower-middle class family in Dublin, where he excelled as a student at the Jesuit schools Clongowes and Belvedere, then at University College, Dublin. In his early twenties he emigrated permanently to continental Europe, living in Trieste, Paris and Zurich. Though most of his adult life was spent abroad, Joyce's fictional universe does not extend beyond Dublin, and is populated largely by characters who closely resemble family members, enemies and friends from his time there; Ulysses in particular is set with precision in the streets and alleyways of the city. Shortly after the publication of Ulysses he elucidated this preoccupation somewhat, saying, "e;For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal."e;

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CHAMBER MUSIC By James Joyce

 

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 side

  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:

 

 

 

 

I

 

     Strings in the earth and air

     Make music sweet;

     Strings by the river where

     The willows meet.

 

     There's music along the river

     For Love wanders there,

     Pale flowers on his mantle,

     Dark leaves on his hair.

 

     All softly playing,

     With head to the music bent,

     And fingers straying

     Upon an instrument.

 

 

 

 

II

 

     The twilight turns from amethyst

     To deep and deeper blue,

     The lamp fills with a pale green glow

     The trees of the avenue.

 

     The old piano plays an air,

     Sedate and slow and gay;

     She bends upon the yellow keys,

     Her head inclines this way.

 

     Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands

     That wander as they list--

     The twilight turns to darker blue

     With lights of amethyst.

 

 

 

 

III

 

     At that hour when all things have repose,

     O lonely watcher of the skies,

     Do you hear the night wind and the sighs

     Of harps playing unto Love to unclose

     The pale gates of sunrise?

 

     When all things repose, do you alone

     Awake to hear the sweet harps play

     To Love before him on his way,

     And the night wind answering in antiphon

     Till night is overgone?

 

     Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,

     Whose way in heaven is aglow

     At that hour when soft lights come and go,

     Soft sweet music in the air above

     And in the earth below.

 

 

 

 

IV

 

     When the shy star goes forth in heaven

     All maidenly, disconsolate,

     Hear you amid the drowsy even

     One who is singing by your gate.

     His song is softer than the dew

     And he is come to visit you.

 

     O bend no more in revery

     When he at eventide is calling.

     Nor muse: Who may this singer be

     Whose song about my heart is falling?

     Know you by this, the lover's chant,

     'Tis I that am your visitant.

 

 

 

 

V

 

     Lean out of the window,

     Goldenhair,

     I hear you singing

     A merry air.

 

     My book was closed,

     I read no more,

     Watching the fire dance

     On the floor.

 

     I have left my book,

     I have left my room,

     For I heard you singing

     Through the gloom.

 

     Singing and singing

     A merry air,

     Lean out of the window,

     Goldenhair.

 

 

 

 

VI

 

     I would in that sweet bosom be

     (O sweet it is and fair it is!)

     Where no rude wind might visit me.

     Because of sad austerities

     I would in that sweet bosom...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.3.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Anthologien
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Klassiker / Moderne Klassiker
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-4554-0242-7 / 1455402427
• ISBN-13: 978-1-4554-0242-7 / 9781455402427