1 No king or emperor on this earth has the power of the priest of God.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 2 There was a lust of wandering in his feet that burned to set out for the ends of the earth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 3 Forty days and forty nights the rain would fall till the waters covered the face of the earth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 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 The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 But the Christmas vacation was very far away: but one time it would come because the earth moved round always.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 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 9 His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 Evil company on earth is so noxious that the plants, as if by instinct, withdraw from the company of whatsoever is deadly or hurtful to them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 His eyelids trembled as if they felt the vast cyclic movement of the earth and her watchers, trembled as if they felt the strange light of some new world.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 12 But the trees in Stephen's Green were fragrant of rain and the rain-sodden earth gave forth its mortal odour, a faint incense rising upward through the mould from many hearts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 13 He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 14 To retrieve the consequences of that sin the Only Begotten Son of God came down to earth, lived and suffered and died a most painful death, hanging for three hours on the cross.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 15 How they will rage and fume to think that they have lost the bliss of heaven for the dross of earth, for a few pieces of metal, for vain honours, for bodily comforts, for a tingling of the nerves.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 16 The fruitful earth gave them her bounty: beasts and birds were their willing servants: they knew not the ills our flesh is heir to, disease and poverty and death: all that a great and generous God could do for them was done.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 17 A second laugh, taking rise from the first after a pause, broke from him involuntarily as he thought of how the man with the hat worked, considering in turn the four points of the sky and then regretfully plunging his spade in the earth.
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