1 Let no worldly shame hold you back.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 He could still escape from the shame.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 Towards others he felt neither shame nor fear.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 He named it with humility and shame and repented of it once more.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 5 When the agony of shame had passed from him he tried to raise his soul from its abject powerlessness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 The image of Emma appeared before him, and under her eyes the flood of shame rushed forth anew from his heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 Stephen, scarlet with shame, opened a book quickly with one weak hand and bent down upon it, his face close to the page.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 He bore cynically with the shameful details of his secret riots in which he exulted to defile with patience whatever image had attracted his eyes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 His sins trickled from his lips, one by one, trickled in shameful drops from his soul, festering and oozing like a sore, a squalid stream of vice.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 The scalding water burst forth from his eyes and, burning with shame and agony and fear, he drew back his shaking arm in terror and burst out into a whine of pain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 11 He had not gone one step nearer the lives he had sought to approach nor bridged the restless shame and rancour that had divided him from mother and brother and sister.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 His body shook with a palsy of fright and in shame and rage he felt the scalding cry come from his throat and the scalding tears falling out of his eyes and down his flaming cheeks.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 13 The uncouth faces passed him two by two, stained yellow or red or livid by the sea, and, as he strove to look at them with ease and indifference, a faint stain of personal shame and commiseration rose to his own face.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 14 They had set out early in the morning from Newcombe's coffee-house, where Mr Dedalus's cup had rattled noisily against its saucer, and Stephen had tried to cover that shameful sign of his father's drinking bout of the night before by moving his chair and coughing.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 15 Far away from there in some dark place he would murmur out his own shame; and he besought God humbly not to be offended with him if he did not dare to confess in the college chapel and in utter abjection of spirit he craved forgiveness mutely of the boyish hearts about him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 16 If ever his soul, re-entering her dwelling shyly after the frenzy of his body's lust had spent itself, was turned towards her whose emblem is the morning star, BRIGHT AND MUSICAL, TELLING OF HEAVEN AND INFUSING PEACE, it was when her names were murmured softly by lips whereon there still lingered foul and shameful words, the savour itself of a lewd kiss.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 17 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.
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