1 I shall try to fly by those nets.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 Our eyelid closes before we are aware that the fly is about to enter our eye.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 3 They came back with shrill cries over the jutting shoulder of the house, flying darkly against the fading air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 4 It was that windless hour of dawn when madness wakes and strange plants open to the light and the moth flies forth silently.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 5 But the notes were long and shrill and whirring, unlike the cry of vermin, falling a third or a fourth and trilled as the flying beaks clove the air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 6 At the very instant of death the bonds of the flesh are broken asunder and the soul at once flies towards God as towards the centre of her existence.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 They were flying high and low but ever round and round in straight and curving lines and ever flying from left to right, circling about a temple of air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 8 Now, at the name of the fabulous artificer, he seemed to hear the noise of dim waves and to see a winged form flying above the waves and slowly climbing the air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 9 At that instant, as it seemed to him, the air was chilled and, looking askance towards the water, he saw a flying squall darkening and crisping suddenly the tide.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 10 The air of the late March evening made clear their flight, their dark quivering bodies flying clearly against the sky as against a limp-hung cloth of smoky tenuous blue.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 11 That was a long time ago then out on the playgrounds in the evening light, creeping from point to point on the fringe of his line, a heavy bird flying low through the grey light.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 12 A lean student with olive skin and lank black hair thrust his face between the two, glancing from one to the other at each phrase and seeming to try to catch each flying phrase in his open moist mouth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 13 A soft liquid joy like the noise of many waters flowed over his memory and he felt in his heart the soft peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above the waters, of oceanic silence, of swallows flying through the sea-dusk over the flowing waters.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5