1 The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 Disheartened, he raised his eyes towards the slow-drifting clouds, dappled and seaborne.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 3 The water of the rivulet was dark with endless drift and mirrored the high-drifting clouds.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 4 There was a picture of the earth on the first page of his geography: a big ball in the middle of clouds.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 He turned over the flyleaf and looked wearily at the green round earth in the middle of the maroon clouds.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 Fleming had a box of crayons and one night during free study he had coloured the earth green and the clouds maroon.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 The instant flashed forth like a point of light and now from cloud on cloud of vague circumstance confused form was veiling softly its afterglow.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 8 The sunlight breaking suddenly on his sight turned the sky and clouds into a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of dark rosy light.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 In the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood together, children that had erred.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 The clouds were drifting above him silently and silently the seatangle was drifting below him and the grey warm air was still and a new wild life was singing in his veins.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 11 They would sing so for hours, melody after melody, glee after glee, till the last pale light died down on the horizon, till the first dark night clouds came forth and night fell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 12 Their trim boots prattled as they stood on the steps of the colonnade, talking quietly and gaily, glancing at the clouds, holding their umbrellas at cunning angles against the few last raindrops, closing them again, holding their skirts demurely.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 13 A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty and when it passed, cloud-like, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 14 Her nakedness yielded to him, radiant, warm, odorous and lavish-limbed, enfolded him like a shining cloud, enfolded him like water with a liquid life; and like a cloud of vapour or like waters circumfluent in space the liquid letters of speech, symbols of the element of mystery, flowed forth over his brain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 15 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.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1