cried Jo, clashing
the lid of the warming pan like a cymbal.
In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing
discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath.
often, when forced from his hammock by exhausting and intolerably vivid dreams of the night, which, resuming his own intense thoughts through the day, carried them on amid a clashing
of phrensies, and whirled them round and round in his blazing brain, till the very throbbing of his life-spot became insufferable anguish; and when, as was sometimes the case, these spiritual throes in him heaved his being up from its base, and a chasm seemed opening in him, from which forked flames and lightnings shot up, and accursed fiends beckoned him to leap down among them; when this hell in himself yawned beneath him, a wild cry would be heard through the ship; and with glaring eyes Ahab would burst from his state room, as though escaping from a bed that was on fire.
No, that is probably not true; one thinks he would not look if he knew what was coming, but the interest and the excitement are so powerful that they would doubtless conquer all other feelings; and so, under the fierce exhilaration of the clashing
steel, he would yield and look after all.
When she went to her foul steerage bunk at last, between the clashing
engines, it was not to sleep, but only to wait for the morning, and, waiting, grieve.
The turnkey stopped at a low door, put a key in a clashing
lock, swung the door slowly open, and said, as they all bent their heads and passed in:
Night upon night they had leaped thus against the wall of the cave, but never might their clashing
jaws close upon his foot.
Amazement seis'd The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, Presage of Victorie and fierce desire Of Battel: whereat MICHAEL bid sound Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung HOSANNA to the Highest: nor stood at gaze The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd The horrid shock: now storming furie rose, And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now Was never, Arms on Armour clashing
bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew, And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
A Saxon bard had called it a feast of the swords a gathering of the eagles to the prey the clashing
of bills upon shield and helmet, the shouting of battle more joyful than the clamour of a bridal.