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1 Mr Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro, crooning like a country singer.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
2 The earth was like a swinging swaying censer, a ball of incense, an ellipsoidal fall.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
3 Emerald and black and russet and olive, it moved beneath the current, swaying and turning.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
4 Mr Dedalus laughed loudly and lay back in his chair while uncle Charles swayed his head to and fro.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
5 Towards Findlater's church a quartet of young men were striding along with linked arms, swaying their heads and stepping to the agile melody of their leader's concertina.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
6 A dusk like that of the outer world obscured his mind as he heard the mare's hoofs clattering along the tramtrack on the Rock Road and the great can swaying and rattling behind him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
7 A little troop of Neapolitan peasants were practising their steps at the end of the chapel, some circling their arms above their heads, some swaying their baskets of paper violets and curtsying.
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8 He clasped his hands and raised them towards the white form, praying with his darkened eyes, praying with all his trembling body, swaying his head to and fro like a lost creature, praying with whimpering lips.
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9 His fellow student's rude humour ran like a gust through the cloister of Stephen's mind, shaking into gay life limp priestly vestments that hung upon the walls, setting them to sway and caper in a sabbath of misrule.
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10 As he watched this swaying form and tried to read for himself the legend of the priest's mocking smile there came into Stephen's memory a saying which he had heard from his father before he had been sent to Clongowes, that you could always tell a jesuit by the style of his clothes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2