Like spurs

Usage examples of jangling.

About half-past three the telephone upon the desk began to ring, jangling the hospital silence with its ominous and insistent clangour, but the big burly figure of the man did not stir, he made no move to answer.

Marlowe, with his nervous system jangling, was sorely tempted to remove it with a blast of self-propelled 10mms.

Seconds after he intersected the rutted tracks, he heard footsteps running toward him, coins jangling in a pocket.

A few more minutes passed, and then a young policeman with rimless spectacles came down the corridor jangling a bunch of keys.

There were echoes of talking, of bolts being opened and closed, the jangling of chains and keys.

Through the porthole he could see the jangling racket of blood pumps and oxygen pumps and hear the uproar of the motion Gully Foyle made toward him.

Manatassi watched him, noticing the quick nervous birdlike movements of head and hands that set the golden earrings jangling and the thick black plaits of hair dangling down his back.

Hulya, he remembered the slave smell, the sound and kiss of the lash, the jangling weight of the chains, the searing heat of the rock, the voices of the slave-masters, the thousand other memories burned and branded into his brain.

Such questions as struggled through her jangling thoughts she dared not ask, fearful of what had happened before.

Everywhere was the sound of music: jangling, awkward music, ever so slightly off the beat and out of time.

Cobblestones under their feet, the darkness of a roof above their heads, jangling mechanical music in the background.

He stood, reluctant to leave the Mikado and its thundering, jangling music.

Listen: a machine-gun rattle of silver coins as they tumble and spurt down into a slot machine tray and overflow onto monogrammed carpets is replaced by the siren clangor of the slots, the jangling, blippeting chorus swallowed by the huge room, muted to a comforting background chatter by the time one reaches the card tables, the distant sounds only loud enough to keep the adrenaline flowing through the gamblers veins.

The grey roads go beckoning and winding, Peopled with wains, and melodious With harness-bells Jangling: Jangling and twangling rough rhythms To the slow march of the stately, great horses Whistled and shouted along.

Metallic screeches and janglings came pouring out of the engine when its riders realized how committed the townie blockaders were.