1 The terror of sleep fascinated his mind as he watched the silent country or heard from time to time his father's deep breath or sudden sleepy movement.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 2 No sound was to be heard; but he knew that all around him life was about to awaken in common noises, hoarse voices, sleepy prayers.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 3 Temple sat on the pediment of a pillar, leaning back, his cap pulled down on his sleepy eyes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 4 I am not sleepy, and, as I am not to be called till I awake, naturally I write till sleep comes.
5 When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy.
6 I was too cold and too sleepy to be keenly observant, and not sleepy enough to betray my trust so altogether I had a dreary, miserable time.
7 I am not sleepy, and the work will help to keep me quiet.
8 I was not then a bit sleepy, at least so I thought; but I must have fallen asleep, for, except dreams, I do not remember anything until the morning, when Jonathan woke me.
9 She looked heavy and sleepy and pale, and far from well.
10 I am very sleepy and shall go to bed.
11 I write this now as I am not sleepy, though I must try again.
12 I am feeling very sleepy; the cold is perhaps beginning to tell upon me, and nature must have rest some time.
13 At last the children grew tired and sleepy and Joe asked Maria would she not sing some little song before she went, one of the old songs.
14 His heavy-lidded eyes and the disorder of his scanty hair made him look sleepy.
15 In exterior he resembled a butcher in a poor neighborhood, and his eyes had a look of sleepy cunning.