She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.
She had not character enough to take to drinking, and moaned about, slip-shod and in curl-papers, all day.
The wind moaned, a witch with cancer in her belly.
He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.
The foghorn of Boston Light moaned across the harbor, a sound Teddy had heard every night of his childhood in Hull. The loneliest sound he knew. Made you want to hold something, a person, a pillow, yourself.
Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept along. It grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanket
Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good, ... When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move. All last night sat on the levee and moaned.
Wild was the day the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.
. . . there was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
They sent me to catechism classes and then to first grade in a Catholic school, and apparently I cried and moaned and bitched so much that they took me out.
Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.
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