James Joyce: Frasi in inglese (pagina 8)

James Joyce era scrittore, poeta e drammaturgo irlandese. Frasi in inglese.
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“Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honoured by posterity because he was the last to discover America.”

"The Mirage of the Fisherman of Aran: England's Safety Valve in Case of War," Piccolo della Sera (Trieste, 5 September 1912), printed in James Joyce: Occasional, Critical and Political Writing (2002) edited by Kevin Barry [Oxford University Press, <small> ISBN 0-192-83353-7</small>], p. 203

“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”

James Joyce libro Pomes Penyeach

A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.”

James Joyce libro Pomes Penyeach

Flood, p. 16
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.”

Interview with Max Eastman in Harper's Magazine, as quoted in James Joyce (1959) by Richard Ellmann. Eastman noted "He smiled as he said that — smiled, and then repeated it."

“But toms will till. I know he well.”

James Joyce libro Finnegans Wake

Book I, Chapter 8
'time will tell'; 'I know he will / I know him well'
Finnegans Wake (1939)

“There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.”

To Jacques Mercanton, on the structure of Ulysses, as quoted in James Joyce: The Critical Heritage (1997) by Robert H. Deming, p. 22

“I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.”

"Ireland, Island of Saints and Sages," lecture, Università Popolare, Trieste (27 April 1907), printed in James Joyce: Occasional, Critical and Political Writing (2002) edited by Kevin Barry [Oxford University Press, 2002, <small> ISBN 0-192-83353-7</small>], p. 125

“The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.”

James Joyce libro Finnegans Wake

4.14-15
Finnegans Wake (1939)

“The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name — her name”

James Joyce libro Pomes Penyeach

Alone, p. 18
Pomes Penyeach (1927)

“My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?”

From the poem I Hear an Army http://www.bartleby.com/103/128.html