On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom beats no more!
I tried to remember her song, and hummed it assiduously till I got some kind of version, which I shouted in my tuneless voice.
Soon I, too, fell to singing in my tuneless voice, and I answered his "My lodging is on the cold ground" with some Scots ballad or a song of Davie Lindsay.
On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now-- The heroic bosom beats no more!
Its inflexible harshness and cacophany seemed like the voice of fate speaking out its tuneless perseverance in the night.
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That wretchedness which fate has rendered= 20 =voiceless andtuneless is not the least wretched, but the most.
At such times one is vexed to think that there are writers on birds who invariably speak of the sparrow as a tuneless creature, a harsh chirper, and nothing more.
When wanting thee, what tunelesscranks Are my poor verses!
Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now half your din of tuneless sound With Echo silent lies.
Yet so it was to souls like theirs, Tuneless as Abel to the bears!
She kissed him warmly and let him go, smiling at the tuneless humming that accompanied his departure.
Nick mounted his horse and rode back in the moonlight, singing a tuneless but very sentimental love lyric to the stars.
So he grinned as broadly as possible, and whistled one of his tuneless tunes.
In the bedroom Trevor was still distributing his belongings, and still whistling his tuneless air.
With muttered imprecation the peddlers pushed on their carts to make place for a noisy, tuneless hurdy-gurdy.
So vivid was his impression of the doggerel that for an instant he thought he heard the sing-song of his father's tuneless voice.
Beaudry followed orders in a tuneless voice that hopped gayly up and down.
He began to hum under his breath a tuneless little ditty: "It is a very dreadful thing To be so fat a child, To have to sit around all day And yet to feel so wild.
The saddened robins flit through leafless trees, And chirp with tuneless voice, And wait the conquering sun, the unbinding breeze; They cannot yet rejoice.
For a moment there was dead silence, and Charles whistled a futile tuneless phrase.
As she walked she hummed tuneless airs, and her expression was such a dazed and meaningless one that the prison guards and other soldiers paid little heed to the coming and going of "Crazy Bet," as she was called.
But it’s only trying with me,” said the tuneless voice.
I should think so,” interposed Hester’s tuneless pipe.
In all the flat interminable morass of its tedious and tuneless verse I can find no blade or leaf of living poetic growth, no touch but one of nature or of pathos, where Arthur dying would fain send a last thought in search of his mother.
Ye jarring, screeching things around, Scream your discordant joys; Now, half your din of tunelesssound With Echo silent lies.
Some of the young mothers from the shelter above had brought down their little ones, and the thin, tuneless voices could be heard among the rest: There's a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky.
And farther on two or three girls in their teens, with their arms about the necks of twice as many men, were reeling along the pavement and singing in a tuneless wail.
She heard a tuneless voice in the kitchen lifted up in a doleful song: "There's hard times on old Bitter Creek That never can be beat.
Round the corner of the house a voice was lifted intuneless song.
Exactly thus had he often listened to it swishing through the crannies of high rocks, tuneless yet searching.
