Quotes about shriek (12 Quotes)




    Prize, oh Haul shouted Dan, but the shout ended in a shrill, double shriek of horror, for out of the sea came - the body of the dead Frenchman buried two days before The hook had caught him under the right armpit, and he swayed, erect and horrible, head and shoulders above water.




    Loushan Pass A hard west wind, in the vast frozen air wild geese shriek to the morning moon, frozen morning moon. Horse hoofs shatter the air and the bugle sobs. The grim pass is like iron yet today we will cross the summit in one step, cross the summit. Before us greenblue mountains are like the sea, the dying sun like blood. February 1935

    Technique! The very word is like a shriek of outraged Art. It is the idiot name given to effort by those who are too weak, too weary, or too dull to play the game. The mighty have no theory of technique.

    Half of the great comedians I've had in my shows and that I paid a lot of money to and who made my customers shriek were not only not funny to me, but I couldn't understand why they were funny to anybody.

    The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

    COMMONWEALTH, n. An administrative entity operated by an incalculable multitude of political parasites, logically active but fortuitously efficient. This commonwealth's capitol's corridors view, So thronged with a hungry and indolent crew Of clerks, pages, porters and all attaches Whom rascals appoint and the populace pays That a cat cannot slip through the thicket of shins Nor hear its own shriek for the noise of their chins. On clerks and on pages, and porters, and all, Misfortune attend and disaster befall May life be to them a succession of hurts May fleas by the bushel inhabit their shirts May aches and diseases encamp in their bones, Their lungs full of tubercles, bladders of stones May microbes, bacilli, their tissues infest, And tapeworms securely their bowels digest May corn-cobs be snared without hope in their hair, And frequent impalement their pleasure impair. Disturbed be their dreams by the awful discourse Of audible sofas sepulchrally hoarse, By chairs acrobatic and wavering floors -- The mattress that kicks and the pillow that snores Sons of cupidity, cradled in sin Your criminal ranks may the death angel thin, Avenging the friend whom I couldn't work in. --K. Q.


    The war of words is done The red-lipped cannon speak The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears and blood shall streak The war of words is done. Smoke enshrouds the sun Earth staggers at the shriek Of battle new begun. Poltroons and braggarts run Woe to the poor, the meek The war of words is done. 'And hope not now to shun The doom that dogs the weak,' Thunders every gun 'Victory must be won.' When the red-lipped cannon speak, The war of words is done, The slaughter has begun.



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