1 Mr Dedalus began to sway his head to and fro, crooning like a country singer.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 He could not sway the crowd but he might appeal to a little circle of kindred minds.
3 I might just as well have ordered a tree not to sway in the wind.
4 There was a low jingle, a glint of yellow metal, a sway of fringed draperies, and she stopped as if her heart had failed her.
5 As his pointed fingers touched it, it dropped the white scurf of crinkled lids over black, glasslike eyes and began to sway backwards and forwards.
6 It was strong enough to wave the branches of the trees, and it was more than strong enough to sway the trailing sprays of untrimmed ivy hanging from the wall.
7 The Magic will take them away," said Colin in a High Priest tone, "but we won't sway until it has done it.
8 But at last the battle was done, and the forces retired with weaker and weaker threatenings and grumblings, and peace resumed her sway.
9 Maddened by terror, she lashed the horse again and again and it struck a gait that made the buggy rock and sway.
10 The one they had seen held the sway in their thoughts; whenever they thought of themselves in a house, it was this house that they thought of.
11 In the air, always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth.
12 but even as he reflected, the spring regained its sway.
13 The horses' croups began to sway in the front line.
14 It was one of those March nights when winter seems to wish to resume its sway and scatters its last snows and storms with desperate fury.
15 This the things said to him, but another voice in his heart was telling him that he must not fall under the sway of the past, and that one can do anything with oneself.