The Sources and Structures of James Joyce's "Oxen"

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UMI Research Press, 1983 - 170 páginas
 

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Página 77 - Brother! For us was thy back so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed: thou wert our Conscript, on whom the lot fell, and fighting our battles wert so marred. For in thee too lay a godcreated Form, but it was not to be unfolded; encrusted must it stand with the thick adhesions and defacements of Labour ; and thy body, like thy soul, was not to know freedom. Yet toil on, toil on : thou art in thy duty, be out of it who may : thou toilest for the altogether indispensable, for...
Página 77 - ... body, like thy soul, was not to know freedom. Yet toil on, toil on ; thou art in thy duty, be out of it who may : thou toilest for the altogether indispensable, for daily bread. " A second man I honour, and still more highly : him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indispensable : not daily bread, but the bread of life.
Página 8 - In the middle of all sits Sun enthroned. In this most beautiful temple could we place this luminary in any better position from which he can illuminate the whole at once? He is rightly called the Lamp, the Mind, the Ruler of the Universe; Hermes Trismegistus names him the Visible God, Sophocles' Electra calls him the All-seeing.
Página 132 - And thou were the kindest man that ever struck with sword. And thou were the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. And thou was the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy .mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
Página 76 - But, one face, shining on me like a Heavenly light by which I see all other objects, is above them and beyond them all. And that remains. I turn my head, and see it, in its beautiful serenity, beside me. My lamp burns low, and I have written far into the night; but the dear presence, without which I were nothing, bears me company.
Página 66 - Italy: while many have handles, ears, and long necks, but most imitate a circular figure, in a spherical and round composure; whether from any mystery, best duration or capacity, were but a conjecture. But the common form — with necks — was a proper figure, making our last bed like our first; nor much unlike the urns of our nativity, while we lay in the nether part of the earth, and inward vault of our microcosm.
Página 17 - SONG. To bed, to bed; come. Hymen, lead the bride, And lay her by her husband's side ; Bring in the virgins every one, That grieve to lie alone; That they may kiss while they may say, a maid ; To-morrow, 'twill be other, kiss'd, and said. Hesperus be long a-shining, Whilst these lovers are a-twining.
Página 33 - Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.
Página 14 - Wombed in sin darkness I was too. made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.
Página 68 - Col. Jack, who was Born a Gentleman, put 'Prentice to a Pick-Pocket, was Six and Twenty Years a Thief, and then...

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