1 His mind emptied of theory and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 Till that moment he had not known how beautiful and peaceful life could be.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 The words of doom cried by the angel shattered in an instant his presumptuous peace.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 It was beautiful to live in grace a life of peace and virtue and forbearance with others.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 6 No sound broke the peace of the night save when the lank brown horses rubbed their noses together and shook their bells.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 7 He approached timidly and knelt at the last bench in the body, thankful for the peace and silence and fragrant shadow of the church.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 His soul sank back deeper into depths of contrite peace, no longer able to suffer the pain of dread, and sending forth, as he sank, a faint prayer.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 Instead the vital wave had carried him on its bosom out of himself and back again when it receded: and no part of body or soul had been maimed but a dark peace had been established between them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 Heaven was still and faintly luminous and the air sweet to breathe, as in a thicket drenched with showers; and amid peace and shimmering lights and quiet fragrance he made a covenant with his heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 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 12 He turned landward and ran towards the shore and, running up the sloping beach, reckless of the sharp shingle, found a sandy nook amid a ring of tufted sandknolls and lay down there that the peace and silence of the evening might still the riot of his blood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 13 He would know the sins, the sinful longings and sinful thoughts and sinful acts, of others, hearing them murmured into his ears in the confessional under the shame of a darkened chapel by the lips of women and of girls; but rendered immune mysteriously at his ordination by the imposition of hands, his soul would pass again uncontaminated to the white peace of the altar.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4