And it saw the eagle and loud it trumpeted, and shook the snake from it so that it fell like a gleam of gold into the sea.
"Eric Brighteyes" by H. Rider Haggard
Nay, I would sit out a play, that were nothing but fights at sea, drum, trumpet, and target.
"Epicoene" by Ben Jonson
Over all their speaking trumpets the gray sea and the loud winds answer, Not in us; not in Time.
"The Philosophy of Style" by Herbert Spencer
Triton (tri'ton), a sea god, son of Neptune and his trumpeter.
"Elson Grammar School Literature, Book Four." by William H. Elson
Now unmuted and unrestrained in conflict of crashing chords, the trumpet blows again the motto of the roving sea.
"Symphonies and Their Meaning; Third Series, Modern Symphonies" by Philip H. Goepp
The menacing murmur of trumpets is no longer audible, and the seas are no longer red with blood.
"Horace and His Influence" by Grant Showerman
He might as well blow his trumpets to the sea-gulls.
"Days of the Discoverers" by L. Lamprey
It is not agreed who were the parents of Triton; but he was a sea-deity, the herald and trumpeter of Oceanus and Neptune.
"Roman Antiquities, and Ancient Mythology" by Charles K. Dillaway
Five times the distant trumpeting of the wild swans and winter came, in great galloping winds, and sweeping sheets of sea-rain.
"The Wind Bloweth" by Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
The trumpeting of the steamer comes from the bay, as though some lone sea-monster called aloud for companionship.
"Lippincott's Magazine, Vol. 26, August, 1880" by Various
They had flutes, and large sea-shells for trumpets, and turtle-shells which they struck with deers' horns.
"Incidents of Travel in Yucatan, Vol. I." by John L. Stephens
Copley Banks fired a shotted salute and hoisted the green trumpeter ensign, as the custom was among gentlemen of the sea.
"The Dealings of Captain Sharkey" by A. Conan Doyle
And when the trumpet sounded each ship leapt from its place, and the sea foamed with the strokes of many oars.
"Stories from Virgil" by Alfred J. Church
"Ay, ay, my little shipmate,
I thought I heard you hail;
Were you trumpeting that sea-gull,
Or do you see a sail?"
"A Ballad" by James Whitcomb Riley
They sleep till the last loud trumpet
Shall break their age-long rest,
And the sea shall pass, and the sunset,
And Brandan's Isle the Blest.
"Brandan's Isle" by Cicely Fox Smith
And as this is her first Jubilee year,
And will be her last, I rather fear:
Therefore, sound drums and trumpets cheerfully,
Until the echoes are heard o'er land and sea.
"An Ode to the Queen on Her Jubilee Year" by William Topaz McGonagall
The trumpets are calling, I’ve come to the sea,
But far out in the moon-lighted glow,
I still hear the trumpets, they’re calling to me,
The trumpets are calling -- I go.
"The Trumpets" by Sam Walter Foss
Far o'er the seas where the bullets are flying,
Trumpets are shrilling their glorious song:
"Come ye, O come ye," the bugles are crying,
"England has need of the gallant and strong."
"Boot And Saddle" by Cicely Fox Smith
Some summer day beginning, a murmur in the grain,
It grows to be a roaring through the forests amain,
Until the sea shall bear it with thunder-trumpets' tone,
Where nothing, nothing's heard but it alone, it alone.
"Rallying Song For Freedom In The North To "The United Left"" by Bjornstjerne Bjornson