1 He knelt among them, happy and shy.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 He would kneel and pray with others and be happy.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 His soul was made fair and holy once more, holy and happy.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 5 He sat by the fire in the kitchen, not daring to speak for happiness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 He was happy and free; but he would not be anyway proud with Father Dolan.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 Take hands together, my dear children, and you will be happy together and your hearts will love each other.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 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 9 He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 Perhaps he prayed for the souls in purgatory or for the grace of a happy death or perhaps he prayed that God might send him back a part of the big fortune he had squandered in Cork.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 11 The consciousness of the warm sunny city outside his window and the tender tremors with which his father's voice festooned the strange sad happy air, drove off all the mists of the night's ill humour from Stephen's brain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 Then he saw himself sitting at the old piano, striking chords softly from its speckled keys and singing, amid the talk which had risen again in the room, to her who leaned beside the mantelpiece a dainty song of the Elizabethans, a sad and sweet loth to depart, the victory chant of Agincourt, the happy air of Greensleeves.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 13 MacCann began to speak with fluent energy of the Tsar's rescript, of Stead, of general disarmament arbitration in cases of international disputes, of the signs of the times, of the new humanity and the new gospel of life which would make it the business of the community to secure as cheaply as possible the greatest possible happiness of the greatest possible number.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5