Hoarse Quotes
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The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two.
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More Hoarse Quotes
Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.
john milton— Paradise Lost (1665), book 7, lines 23-6 (published 1667)
I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things are so tough in Chicago that at Easter time, for bunnies the little kids use porcupines.
fred allen— Much Ado About Me (1956)
'If everybody minded their own business,'the Duchess said, in a hoarse growl,'the world would go round a deal faster than it does.'
— 1865 Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, ch.6,'Pig and Pepper'.
Seraphs and saints with one great voice; Welcomed that soul that knew not fear. Amazed to find it could rejoice, Hell raised a hoarse, half-human cheer.
john davidson— "A Ballad of Hell", p. 85.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
john steinbeck— Pt. 1 (Travels With Charley: In Search of America (1962))
You know, [his voice trembling, hoarse, no more than a whisper] I always thought I'd go first. a
eddie vedder— about Kurt Cobain’s death, May 21, 1994, Melody Maker
We saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird's hoarse voice.
dorothy wordsworth— July 27, 1800Cf. Wordsworth's The Excursion, Book 4, lines 1175-87.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1605), Act I, scene 5, line 40.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
john gay— John Gay, Shepherd's Week, Wednesday; or, The Dumps.
