James Joyce,
Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of James Joyce
“ 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. ”
