1 I'm just twenty-seven years of age.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 2 And for ages men had gazed upward as he was gazing at birds in flight.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 3 There's that son of mine there not half my age and I'm a better man than he is any day of the week.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 4 So timeless seemed the grey warm air, so fluid and impersonal his own mood, that all ages were as one to him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 5 For how miserable will all those pleasures seem to the soul condemned to suffer in hellfire for ages and ages.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 The lyrical form is in fact the simplest verbal vesture of an instant of emotion, a rhythmical cry such as ages ago cheered on the man who pulled at the oar or dragged stones up a slope.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 7 Yet her mistrust pricked him more keenly than his father's pride and he thought coldly how he had watched the faith which was fading down in his soul ageing and strengthening in her eyes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 8 He walked away slowly towards the deeper shadows at the end of the colonnade, beating the stone softly with his stick to hide his revery from the students whom he had left: and allowed his mind to summon back to itself the age of Dowland and Byrd and Nash.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 9 His mind, in the vesture of a doubting monk, stood often in shadow under the windows of that age, to hear the grave and mocking music of the lutenists or the frank laughter of waist-coateers until a laugh too low, a phrase, tarnished by time, of chambering and false honour stung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 10 He founded it upon the rock of ages, and endowed it with His grace, with sacraments and sacrifice, and promised that if men would obey the word of His church they would still enter into eternal life; but if, after all that had been done for them, they still persisted in their wickedness, there remained for them an eternity of torment: hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 And still as the years roll by, bringing with them changes for good and bad, the memory of the great saint is honoured by the boys of this college who make every year their annual retreat on the days preceding the feast day set apart by our Holy Mother the Church to transmit to all the ages the name and fame of one of the greatest sons of catholic Spain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3