This course worked well, and Tom began to groan
and heard a smashing thump and then a groan
or two: and
I rushed towards the staircase, clutching my hair, and uttering a groan
They were taking the road toward Paris, when groans
, which seemed to proceed from a ditch, attracted their attention.
There is infinite variety in the gales of wind at sea, and except for the peculiar, terrible, and mysterious moaning that may be heard sometimes passing through the roar of a hurricane - except for that unforgettable sound, as if the soul of the universe had been goaded into a mournful groan
- it is, after all, the human voice that stamps the mark of human consciousness upon the character of a gale.
Not a shriek, not a scream, Scarcely even a howl or a groan
, As the man they called "Ho
Covering my face with both hands, I emitted a deep and deathlike groan
, as if my tormented soul were rending me asunder--I, the most exquisitely fastidious of men, and whose wife was to have been the most delicate and refined of women, with all the fresh dew-drops glittering on her virgin rosebud of a heart!
For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan
When she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of yellow brick, she was startled to hear a deep groan
And scarcely had Cornelius made his appearance than a fierce groan
ran through the whole street, spreading all over the yard, and re-echoing from the streets which led to the scaffold, and which were likewise crowded with spectators.
I have to groan
heartrendingly in one of them, and it's really hard to get up a good artistic groan
Stiggins something to groan
for, but he repressed his inclination, and merely asked, 'What's the old 'un up to now?
Then I saw that behind the bank was a cliff, mighty and black, and in the cliff were doors of ivory, and through them came light and the sound of laughter; there were other doors also, black as though fashioned of coal, and through them came darkness and the sounds of groans
The pitiful groans
from all sides and the torturing pain in his thigh, stomach, and back distracted him.
A dolorous place it was, this canoe house, filled with groans
and sighs, corpses beneath the floor and composing the floor, creatures soon to be corpses upon the floor, corpses swinging in aerial sepulchre overhead, long black canoes, high-ended like beaked predatory monsters, dimly looming in the light of a slow fire where sat an ancient of the tribe of Somo at his interminable task of smoke-curing a bushman's head.