1 It is a beautiful evening now in heaven.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 They are, as you know from your catechism, death, judgement, hell, and heaven.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 He had sinned so deeply against heaven and before God that he was not worthy to be called God's child.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 The archangel Michael, the prince of the heavenly host, appeared glorious and terrible against the sky.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 Banish from your minds all worldly thoughts and think only of the last things, death, judgement, hell, and heaven.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 He offended the majesty of God by the sinful thought of one instant and God cast him out of heaven into hell for ever.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 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 10 In the wide land under a tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting westward amid a pale green sea of heaven, they stood together, children that had erred.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 12 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 13 How they will rage and fume to think that they have lost the bliss of heaven for the dross of earth, for a few pieces of metal, for vain honours, for bodily comforts, for a tingling of the nerves.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 14 Ah yes, he would still be spared; he would repent in his heart and be forgiven; and then those above, those in heaven, would see what he would do to make up for the past: a whole life, every hour of life.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 15 Lucifer, we are told, was a son of the morning, a radiant and mighty angel; yet he fell: he fell and there fell with him a third part of the host of heaven: he fell and was hurled with his rebellious angels into hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 16 That rose and ardent light was her strange wilful heart, strange that no man had known or would know, wilful from before the beginning of the world; and lured by that ardent rose-like glow the choirs of the seraphim were falling from heaven.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5