Title: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man  Author: James Joyce Subjects: Classic; Fiction A Portrait of the Artist as a You...

Title: Ulysses  Author: James Joyce  Subjects: Classic; Fiction, Psychological Ulysses considered to be one of the most importan...

I Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There's music along the ri...

THE grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets. The street...

THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied ...

LILY, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the...

MRS. MOONEY was a butcher's daughter. She was a woman who was quite able to keep things to herself: a determined woman. She had marrie...

OLD JACK raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of coals. When the dome ...

TWO GENTLEMEN who were in the lavatory at the time tried to lift him up: but he was quite helpless. He lay curled up at the foot of the st...

SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the ...

THE bell rang furiously and, when Miss Parker went to the tube, a furious voice called out in a piercing North of Ireland accent: &quo...

THE matron had given her leave to go out as soon as the women's tea was over and Maria looked forward to her evening out. The kitchen ...

NORTH RICHMOND STREET being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uni...

IT WAS Joe Dillon who introduced the Wild West to us. He had a little library made up of old numbers of The Union Jack , Pluck and The Hal...

THE cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicor...

MR. JAMES DUFFY lived in Chapelizod because he wished to live as far as possible from the city of which he was a citizen and because he fo...

MR HOLOHAN, assistant secretary of the Eire Abu Society, had been walking up and down Dublin for nearly a month, with his hands and pocket...

EIGHT years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him godspeed. Gallaher had got on. You could tell that at once ...

THE grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets. The street...

THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied ...