"Shouting" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... down in bands, whooping and shouting, painted and half naked, well armed—splendid savages, fearing no man, proud, capricious, blood-thirsty. They were curious as to the errand of these new men who came carrying a new flag—these men who could make the thunder speak. For now the heavy piece on the bow of the great barge spoke ...
— The Magnificent Adventure - Being the Story of the World's Greatest Exploration and - the Romance of a Very Gallant Gentleman • Emerson Hough
... developed so powerfully owing to the mineral riches of the South African Republic. Our existence as a people and as a State is now threatened by an unparalleled combination of forces. Arrayed against us we find numerical strength, the public opinion of the United Kingdom thirsting and shouting for blood and revenge, the world-wide and cosmopolitan power of Capitalism, and all the forces which underlie the lust of robbery and the spirit of plunder. Our lot has of late become more and more perilous. The ...
— A Century of Wrong • F. W. Reitz
... was New Year's Eve there were many people about, voices laughing and shouting through the mist and then some one running with a flaring light, then some men walking singing in chorus. The aunts said nothing as they went. Maggie's thoughts were given now to wondering whether Martin would be there. She tied her mind to that, but behind it was the irritating ...
— The Captives • Hugh Walpole
... made, to call forth its latent character. Like the war-horse described in the Book of Job: "He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; he goeth on to meet the armed men; he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting." ...
— Thoughts on Man - His Nature, Productions and Discoveries, Interspersed with - Some Particulars Respecting the Author • William Godwin
... noise of battle hurtles on the plain! Behold the dark-haired warriors!—down thy side, O mountain! sternly terrible, they stride! Ev'n now, impatient for the promised war, They rear their axes[59] huge, and shouting, cry to Thor. The sounds of conflict cease—at dead of night A voice is heard: Prepare the Druid rite! And hark! the bard upon thy summit rings The deep chords of his thrilling harp, and sings To Night's pale Queen, that through the heavens wide, ...
— The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 • William Lisle Bowles
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