Great anger

Usage examples of fury.

Exactly when Adams found out about the letter, or read its content, are not clear, but once, and apparently only once, he unburdened his pent-up fury, in a letter written earlier that summer to Edmund Jenings.

As so often before when feeling battered and unappreciated, Adams poured out his fury and frustration on paper.

But then, when McHenry agreed to resign, Adams, his fury spent, said almost in apology he had always considered McHenry a man of understanding and integrity.

Fury turned to ghastly paleness as Merilille removed her mask, and Adeleas and the others did the same.

For too long, soldiers, the Alemanni have failed to feel the fury and the might of the Roman army.

He saw Mingor looking enthusiastic, and Allel looking reluctant, and Cethern of Lagin afoot, his face full of grief and fury.

It rose from the river in full color, and Amara thought, for just a moment, that the First Lord himself had somehow come, rather than sending a fury in his place.

At a guess, he called the furies of the southern air to assist Amara or one of the other Cursors northeither to the capital or to the Valley itself.

He threw it down, not far from Amara, but not too close to the fury holding her in the air, either.

Hence my fury when Andromeda, herself unhinged by wrath, tore open the chest-lid just off Hydra and threw them to the fish.

Canterbury found respite and relief at last from the fury of the Angevin in the citadels of the pious King of the Franks.

Only during extreme stress or fury did the animalistic growl vibrate in his chest in such a way.

Baffled in this - and I can imagine his fury, which has since been vented on the Aragonese - Philip sent his representatives and his jurists to accuse me before the Court of the Grand Justiciary and to conduct my prosecution.

Maybe it was sight of the axletree, maybe it was just the roiling confusion of his life, but he felt fury rise in him like that he felt in the dreams where he swung a sword.

Megara, into the Attic land, and high before him rose the snow-peaks of Cithaeron, all cold above the black pine-woods, where haunt the Furies, and the raving Bacchae, and the Nymphs who drive men wild, far aloft upon the dreary mountains, where the storms howl all day long.