Much of the time he was chanting a kind of low dirge
in the Delaware tongue, using the deep and remarkable guttural tones of his people.
The friends of the deceased, especially the women, repair here at sunrise and sunset for some time after his death, singing his funeral dirge
, and uttering loud wailings and lamentations.
It was their dirge
over their buried affections and over the vanity of earthly desires.
She did not answer, but went on, in a tone which was a soliloquy rather than an exclamation, and a dirge
rather than a soliloquy.
Now it seemed to be a love song, now a majestic swelling war chant, and last of all a death dirge
ending suddenly in one heart-breaking wail that went echoing and rolling away in a volume of blood-curdling sound.
It was a lovely afternoon; the leaves from the lofty limes were falling silently across the sombre evergreens, while the lights and shadows slept side by side: there was no sound but the cawing of the rooks, which to the accustomed ear is a lullaby, or that last solemn lullaby, a dirge
and the dirge
of the elaborate black cap) from the day when she called witchcraft to her aid and made it out of snow-flakes, and the dear worn hands that washed it tenderly in a basin, and the starching of it, and the finger-iron for its exquisite frills that looked like curls of sugar, and the sweet bands with which it tied beneath the chin
It was as though all his castles in the air had come toppling about his ears, the blue sky had turned to stony grey and the sweet waltz music had become a dirge
The sad sound of their flapping wings rose and fell like a solemn dirge
The dreary wind sounded its long, low dirge
over the rippling waters of the lake.
The mourner sat with bowed head, rocking her body heavily to and fro, and crying out in a high, strained voice that sounded like a dirge
on some forlorn pipe.
providing a varied entertainment, they sing a dirge
As they came up to them, Alleyne could hear the doleful dirge
which the beater was chanting, bringing down his heavy whip at the end of each line, while the groans of the sufferer formed a sort of dismal chorus.
Then above the clang and clamor of dreadful battle we hear the mournful dirge
of minstrels wailing o'er the dead.
Or suppose, on the other hand, your swan sings quite a different sort of dirge
and you say, "I am a poor blighted, disappointed old fellow, and have made an utter failure through life.