1 You'd be afraid to open your lips.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 2 His lips would not bend to kiss her.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 3 But his lips would not bend to kiss her.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 4 A cry sprang to his lips, a prayer to be let off.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 At those moments the soft speeches of Claude Melnotte rose to his lips and eased his unrest.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 6 He twisted his features into a grimace of heavy bestiality and made a lapping noise with his lips.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 8 But he could not laugh because his cheeks and lips were all shivery: and then the prefect had to laugh by himself.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 He inclined his head, closed his eyes, and, licking his lips profusely, began to speak with the voice of the hotel keeper.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 10 His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 11 The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a passage.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 13 He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 14 A soft peal of mirthless laughter escaped from his lips and, bending down as before, he struck Stephen lightly across the calf of the leg with his cane, as if in jesting reproof.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 15 He stretched out his arms in the street to hold fast the frail swooning form that eluded him and incited him: and the cry that he had strangled for so long in his throat issued from his lips.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 16 I let her bawl away, to her heart's content, KITTY O'SHEA and the rest of it till at last she called that lady a name that I won't sully this Christmas board nor your ears, ma'am, nor my own lips by repeating.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 17 They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.
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