1 And for ages men had gazed upward as he was gazing at birds in flight.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 Stephen closed his eyes and held out in the air his trembling hand with the palm upwards.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 3 A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 He tried to warm his perishing joy in their scarlet glow, imagining a roseway from where he lay upwards to heaven all strewn with scarlet flowers.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 6 They streamed upwards before his anguished eyes in dense and maddening fumes and passed away above him till at last the air was clear and cold again.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 7 But the trees in Stephen's Green were fragrant of rain and the rain-sodden earth gave forth its mortal odour, a faint incense rising upward through the mould from many hearts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 8 The light spread upwards from the glass roof making the theatre seem a festive ark, anchored among the hulks of houses, her frail cables of lanterns looping her to her moorings.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 He knelt to say his penance, praying in a corner of the dark nave; and his prayers ascended to heaven from his purified heart like perfume streaming upwards from a heart of white rose.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 They moved in slow circles, circling closer and closer to enclose, to enclose, soft language issuing from their lips, their long swishing tails besmeared with stale shite, thrusting upwards their terrific faces.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 It seemed to him that he heard notes of fitful music leaping upwards a tone and downwards a diminished fourth, upwards a tone and downwards a major third, like triple-branching flames leaping fitfully, flame after flame, out of a midnight wood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 12 For one rare moment he seemed to be clothed in the real apparel of boyhood: and, as he stood in the wings among the other players, he shared the common mirth amid which the drop scene was hauled upwards by two able-bodied priests with violent jerks and all awry.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2