"The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I believe there is.
He went on by la maison Claire." (U8.584)
He went on by la maison Claire." (U8.584)
"Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is a new moon." (U8.587)
This is a Hold-To Lights (HTL) PC of the Die Cut kind. Such cards have 3 layers: the top one has the picture with areas cut out, the middle layer is thin colored tissue paper, and the bottom layer is the Address backing. When held up to a strong light, the cutout portions (here the moon, windows, street and tram lights) appear brightly illuminated. Most were published in Germany.
This is a Hold-To Lights (HTL) PC of the Die Cut kind. Such cards have 3 layers: the top one has the picture with areas cut out, the middle layer is thin colored tissue paper, and the bottom layer is the Address backing. When held up to a strong light, the cutout portions (here the moon, windows, street and tram lights) appear brightly illuminated. Most were published in Germany.
"Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love." (U8.588)
"He other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch. Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes.
Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.
Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court." (U8.589)
Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.
Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court." (U8.589)
"She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love." (U8.589)
The song 'The Young May Moon' has Lyrics by Thomas Moore (1779 -1852) in Irish Melodies and Music by William Percy French (1854 – 1920):
''The young May moon is beaming love
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming love
How sweet to rove through Morna's grove
While the drowsy world is dreaming love
Then awake, the heavens look bright my dear
'Tis never too late for delight my dear
And the best of all ways to lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night my dear
Now all the world is sleeping, love.
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star, More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! - Till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear.
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear."
The song 'The Young May Moon' has Lyrics by Thomas Moore (1779 -1852) in Irish Melodies and Music by William Percy French (1854 – 1920):
''The young May moon is beaming love
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming love
How sweet to rove through Morna's grove
While the drowsy world is dreaming love
Then awake, the heavens look bright my dear
'Tis never too late for delight my dear
And the best of all ways to lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night my dear
Now all the world is sleeping, love.
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star, More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! - Till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear.
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear."
"With ha quiet keep relief, his eyes took note this is street here middle of the day Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend, M'Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something" (U8.594)
"or cherchez la femme. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers" (U8.596)
"and then the rest of the year sober as a judge. Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's." (U8.597)
"Broth of a boy." (U8.601)
... in an item from the Irish-American publication The Gael (1903).
"Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet." (U8.601)
"Three Purty Maids from School. How time flies, eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath. More power, Pat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere." (U8.602)
"The harp that once did starve us all." (U8.606)
"I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. She twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed. Could never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then." (U8.608)
"Would you? Are you not happy in your home, you poor little naughty boy?" (U8.612)
"Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library." (U8.613)