Phrases with "shrilling"

Abraham Merri He heard the shrilling of the overseer’s whistle, a shouting and patter of feet. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Henry Handel Richardson Numbed to the heart though he was — over the shrilling of the siren something in him had cracked, had broken — he knew what he had to do. Ultima Thule by Henry Handel Richardson

George Gissing The sky had darkened over, and a shrilling of the wind sounded through the garden foliage — fir, and cypress, and laurel. Born in Exile by George Gissing [1891]

The magic here was mechanically shrilling under some turn within it; it was beginning to twist upon itself. All Hallows’ Eve by Charles Williams [1945]

M. P. Shiel A little yellow bird called Beatrix, which it had been his whim to overpaint to a sombre grey hue, fluttered constantly in his breast, shrilling his name. Shapes in the Fire by M. P. Shiel [1896]

Arthur Machen Suddenly there was, as it were, a cry far away in the shadowy silence, and the thorn bushes began to rustle before a shrilling wind that rose as the night came down. The Secret Glory by Arthur Machen

Arthur Machen He heard the silver note of the lark, shrilling high and glad in the sunlight. The Secret Glory by Arthur Machen

H. G. Wells And as he threw it about his shoulders there came from the room without the shrilling of a high-pitched bell. When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells [1899]

I, with none beside, Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake, Still track your footprints ‘neath the broiling sun. The Eclogues of Virgil by translated by J. B. Greenough

In the still noonday heat the faint shrilling of cicadas was the only sound of life heard for quite a long time. The Rover by Joseph Conrad [1923]

Frances Hodgson Burnett Just at this moment there arose the sound of some gigantic loaded thing, passing with unearthly noises, and high above it pierced the shrilling of fifes. Robin by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1922]

Arthur Machen Then he stood by a wild seashore; it was a dark night, and there was a shrilling wind that sang about the peaks of the sharp rock, answering to the deep voices of the heaving sea. The Secret Glory by Arthur Machen

M. P. Shiel Something akin I have experienced in an ‘express’ as it raged with me—winged, rocking, ecstatic, shrilling a dragon Aha!—round a too narrow curve. Prince Zaleski by M. P. Shiel [1895]