I remember a great wail
and cry, and the women hanging about him, and we all standing in the room; I with a paper in my hand, which Ham had given me; Mr.
The knees of men strong in the battle trembled when they saw it; women wailed
aloud as they wail
over the dead; they wailed
because of the horror of the omen.
Presently there arose a prolonged wail
, slurring up through two octaves, and subsiding again.
The voice did not reply, but suddenly I heard a long, beautiful wail
which I knew well.
The lion's roar, the fierce wolf's savage howl, The horrid hissing of the scaly snake, The awesome cries of monsters yet unnamed, The crow's ill-boding croak, the hollow moan Of wild winds wrestling with the restless sea, The wrathful bellow of the vanquished bull, The plaintive sobbing of the widowed dove, The envied owl's sad note, the wail
of woe That rises from the dreary choir of Hell, Commingled in one sound, confusing sense, Let all these come to aid my soul's complaint, For pain like mine demands new modes of song.
You or I, even had we been able to hear the pitiful wail
at so great distance, could not have interpreted it; but to Meriem it meant a species of terror that afflicts the ruminant when a carnivore is near and escape impossible.
If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail
, as of a half smothered child.
There was a wail
along the road, as if a funeral were passing.
And next, let the trumpet pour forth a funereal wail
, and the herald's voice give breath in one vast cry to all the groans and grievous utterances that are audible throughout the earth.
From the far north they heard a low wail
of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.
Fearsome-looking as they were, I did not know whether to fear them or not, for they did not seem to be particularly well equipped for fighting, and I was on the point of stepping from my hiding-place and revealing myself to them to note the effect upon them of the sight of a man when my rash resolve was, fortunately for me, nipped in the bud by a strange shrieking wail
, which seemed to come from the direction of the bluffs at my right.
As she took up the little live baby of Alice Clayton she dropped the dead body of her own into the empty cradle; for the wail
of the living had answered the call of universal motherhood within her wild breast which the dead could not still.