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.
The music of the orchestra subsided, and the music of the human voice
floated through the Opera House--the human voice
, vibrant with joy and passion and the knowledge which lies behind the veil.
There was a rustling among the crowd and it again subsided, so that Pierre distinctly heard the pleasantly human voice
of the Emperor saying with emotion:
He brought Bell to his house and showed him what Helmholtz had done--how he had kept tuning-forks in vibration by the power of electro-magnets, and blended the tones of several tuning-forks together to produce the complex quality of the human voice
What an instrument is the human voice
! How wonderfully responsive to every emotion of the human soul!
This went on for seven days and nights, when the white horse, who had never done such a thing before, turned to the Sun-Hero and said in a human voice
: 'Listen to what I am going to say.
And the human voice
, the voice of a god, issuing from the throat of the tiny, snow-white bird, had made Michael go back on his haunches, while, with eyes and nostrils, he quested the steerage for the human who had spoken.
Then, however, became the dead wilderness vocal: for from the ground a noise welled up, gurgling and rattling, as water gurgleth and rattleth at night through stopped-up water- pipes; and at last it turned into human voice
and human speech:--it sounded thus:
Nor was I deceived, for soon I heard the very distant and low tones of a human voice
, which, as I continued to give ear, grew steadily louder and nearer.
"That was why I came over--I wanted to clasp a human hand and hear a human voice
And now from underneath the catafalque, so it seemed, there rose a low sweet sound of flutes, which, coming unbroken by human voice
(for there silence itself kept silence), had a soft and languishing effect.
To be left here alone beside this awful jungle--never to hear a human voice
or see a human face--in constant dread of savage beasts and more terribly savage men--a prey to solitude and hopelessness.