The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders.
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The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
by
L. Frank Baum
Only the sound of the waves pounding remained, a roar no man could still.
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A Feast for Crows
by
George R. R. Martin
"I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise."
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The Woman in White
by
Wilkie Collins
Sound itself appeared to be frozen up, all was so cold and still.
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The Pickwick Papers
by
Charles Dickens
Silence, after all, is only a name, never a fact. There are noises in the most absolute quiet.
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The Night Horseman
by
Max Brand
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness.
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To the Lighthouse
by
Virginia Woolf
Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.
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Persuasion
by
Jane Austen
Above the rumbling in the chimney, and the fast pattering on the glass, was heard a wailing, rushing sound, which shook the walls as though a giant's hand were on them; then a hoarse roar as if the sea had risen; then such a whirl and tumult that the air seemed mad; and then, with a lengthened howl, the waves of wind swept on, and left a moment's interval of rest.
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Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens
Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through that dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart—its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.
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Heart of Darkness
by
Joseph Conrad
The sound traveled pleasantly over the water, but the forest at their backs seemed to swallow it down with a single gulp that permitted neither echo nor resonance.
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The Wendigo
by
Algernon Blackwood