“ He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. ”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916). copy citation
| Author | James Joyce |
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| Source | A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man |
| Topic | music words language |
| Date | 1916 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4217/4217-h/4217-h.htm |
Context
“Two to sing and two to pray And two to carry my soul away. How beautiful and sad that was! How beautiful the words were where they said Bury me in the old churchyard! A tremor passed over his body. How sad and how beautiful! He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. The bell! The bell! Farewell! O farewell!
The cold sunlight was weaker and Brother Michael was standing at his bedside with a bowl of beeftea. He was glad for his mouth was hot and dry. He could hear them playing in the playgrounds.” source
The cold sunlight was weaker and Brother Michael was standing at his bedside with a bowl of beeftea. He was glad for his mouth was hot and dry. He could hear them playing in the playgrounds.” source
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