The air was full of sound, a deafening and confusing con- flict of noises--the clangorous
din of the Martians, the crash of falling houses, the thud of trees, fences, sheds flashing into flame, and the crackling and roaring of fire.
No sooner had these syllables passed my lips, than--as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a floor of silver--I became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic, and clangorous
, yet apparently muffled reverberation.
The motor-cars that went by northward and southward grew more and more powerful and efficient, whizzed faster and smelt worse, there appeared great clangorous
petrol trolleys delivering coal and parcels in the place of vanishing horse-vans, motor-omnibuses ousted the horse-omnibuses, even the Kentish strawberries going Londonward in the night took to machinery and clattered instead of creaking, and became affected in flavour by progress and petrol.
The terrific clangorous
midnight blast, as gathered, drove residents of the Itsekiri community into the thick forests for safety.
The hum of life has turned into a disorienting, clangorous
Produced by The Black Keys' Dan Auerbach, Hynde's formidable strengths are to the fore, revelling in cosmic trash heaven in the clangorous
glory of Chord Lord and the heady Let's Get Lost.
Neither was he by the young Chinese pianist Yuting Guo, who played Liszt's First Concerto with considerable bravura and sparkling passage-work, although a somewhat clangorous
opening and occasional hardness of tone elsewhere probably resulted in her being placed third.
Here, Schafer's music is clangorous
and dissonant, his striking effects achieved through large musical forces.
In his acceptance speech, Borlaug expressed his disapproval of the global urbanization trend, with increasing numbers living in "the poisoned and clangorous
environment of pathologically hypertrophied megalopoles".
In Pushkin's poem, the Horseman's clangorous
pursuit of Evgeny parallels God's thunderous appearance from the whirlwind; his response to his questioning subject, though wordless, seems designed to be as ambiguous and multivalent as God's speeches to Job.
The full name is what he likes, its fine whiff of archaism, bouquet of saints and England, popes and Greece; the two "g" sounds granting clangorous
passage toward the open and humming "ory" with its quick high finish like young wine or the inflatable slide you ride to escape from the burning plane.
He has no interest in settling scores, and the clarity of his prose will register well with readers weary of the clangorous
and twaddly rot of much academic writing.