1 A wave of fire swept through his body: the first.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 Pride after satisfaction uplifted him like long slow waves.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 3 Over his limbs in sleep pale cool waves of light had passed.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 4 Or the waves were talking among themselves as they rose and fell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 He saw the sea of waves, long dark waves rising and falling, dark under the moonless night.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 A little wave of quiet mirth broke forth over the class of boys from the rector's grim smile.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 At his first violent sin he had felt a wave of vitality pass out of him and had feared to find his body or his soul maimed by the excess.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 His unrest issued from him like a wave of sound: and on the tide of flowing music the ark was journeying, trailing her cables of lanterns in her wake.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 But the pressure of her fingers had been lighter and steadier: and suddenly the memory of their touch traversed his brain and body like an invisible wave.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 Now, at the name of the fabulous artificer, he seemed to hear the noise of dim waves and to see a winged form flying above the waves and slowly climbing the air.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 11 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 12 The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of his mind, dissolving them painlessly and noiselessly as a sudden wave dissolves the sand-built turrets of children.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 13 A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of skyline, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand; and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4