1 Father Arnall sat at a table to the left of the altar.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 He knelt before the altar with his classmates, holding the altar cloth with them over a living rail of hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 The yellow gas-flames arose before his troubled vision against the vapoury sky, burning as if before an altar.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 4 The priest rose and, turning towards the altar, knelt upon the step before the tabernacle in the fallen gloom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 The candles on the high altar had been extinguished but the fragrance of incense still floated down the dim nave.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 In a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black skirts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 7 But to drink the altar wine out of the press and be found out by the smell was a sin too: but it was not terrible and strange.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 The rector would be there in a cope of black and gold and there would be tall yellow candles on the altar and round the catafalque.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 He remembered the summer evening he had been there to be dressed as boatbearer, the evening of the Procession to the little altar in the wood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 10 Their dull piety and the sickly smell of the cheap hair-oil with which they had anointed their heads repelled him from the altar they prayed at.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 The Blessed Sacrament had been removed from the tabernacle and the first benches had been driven back so as to leave the dais of the altar and the space before it free.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 The altar was heaped with fragrant masses of white flowers; and in the morning light the pale flames of the candles among the white flowers were clear and silent as his own soul.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 On Saturday mornings when the sodality met in the chapel to recite the little office his place was a cushioned kneeling-desk at the right of the altar from which he led his wing of boys through the responses.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 14 He had bent his knee sideways like such a one, he had shaken the thurible only slightly like such a one, his chasuble had swung open like that of such another as he turned to the altar again after having blessed the people.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 15 If ever he had seen himself celebrant it was as in the pictures of the mass in his child's massbook, in a church without worshippers, save for the angel of the sacrifice, at a bare altar, and served by an acolyte scarcely more boyish than himself.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 16 The chapel was flooded by the dull scarlet light that filtered through the lowered blinds; and through the fissure between the last blind and the sash a shaft of wan light entered like a spear and touched the embossed brasses of the candlesticks upon the altar that gleamed like the battle-worn mail armour of angels.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 17 That must have been a terrible sin, to go in there quietly at night, to open the dark press and steal the flashing gold thing into which God was put on the altar in the middle of flowers and candles at benediction while the incense went up in clouds at both sides as the fellow swung the censer and Dominic Kelly sang the first part by himself in the choir.
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