What is "trilling"

Usage examples of "trilling".

And then there was no summit, no Nertha, and no Whistler, save for his frantic trilling call pervading everything.

There was briefly audible the small trilling sound, exotic and ventriloquial in quality, which was the thing he did in moments of mental surprise.

A chorus of crickets kicked off all around them, a trilling cacophony rising in an asynchronous wall of sound.

At first, I had thought it a distant birdcall from the garden, but now I realized that the soft trilling matched the cadence of breath.

And up I rose, and all our convent eke, With many a teare trilling on my cheek, Withoute noise or clattering of bells, Te Deum was our song, and nothing else, Save that to Christ I bade an orison, Thanking him of my revelation.

Emily was the exception to this family pattern, contenting herself with a little sherry and three long, slim reefers, which she drew from an elegant foil package covered with gold script and Lissajous curves, and which she inhaled sippingly, her lips rapidly shuddering with a very faint, low, trilling sound.

Papa realize that morning that he was never to see us or hold us again, nor would he ever again harken to the meadowlarks of Yell County trilling a joyous anthem to spring.

Trilling, Lionel, 43, 45, 56n, 105, 127, 128, 139n, 140, 164, 166, 189-90 Trotsky, Leon, 85 Trotskyism, 85, 104, 168 Truman, Harry, 67 Tunis, John R.

Feathered clouds of birds descended from skies of blue and fleecy-white to perch upon the budding branches of the ancient, huge-boled trees, chirping and trilling avian tales of their long, winter sojourns in Languedoc, Andalusia and Africa.

If I prattled away with some of my trilling nonsense, she would stare at me, and in her anxiety not to be thought stupid, she would laugh out of season.

Larks and linnets wheeled and turned with a rush and fluttering of wings and their sweet trillings pierced the silence, and there was the fragrant scent of harebells and wildflowers and heather on the lucent air.

It was now a pleasant evening in the latter end of June, when our heroe was walking in a most delicious grove, where the gentle breezes fanning the leaves, together with the sweet trilling of a murmuring stream, and the melodious notes of nightingales, formed altogether the most enchanting harmony.

Suddenly the terrified boy heard the drill of music, a cacaphony of blowing horns, the clash of timbrels, the trilling of reed flutes and the booming of taut skin drums.

With countless of the cicadas all trilling together, you can sometimes hear the harmonic rise and fall of their song moving through the forest in a wave.

Thanks, too, to the following, all of whom provided crucial assistance, the right fragment at the right time, or artistic support: Laurie Anderson, Cotty Chubb, Samuel Delany, Richard Dorsett, Brian Eno, Deborah Harry, Richard Kadrey, Mark Laidlaw, Tom Maddox, Pat Murphy, Richard Piellisch, John Shirley, Chris Stein, Bruce Sterling, Roger Trilling, Bruce Wagner, Jack Womack.