"Belling" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... colonial's cattle-kraal once. His skill had multiplied as he built on at the great church, and now he was a master craftsman. Doggedly he was building up again the rain-ruined bastions. The work was going with a swing, if a slow one. The scent was no longer a cold one. The pack were belling and chiming over it, and they were running with their ...
— Cinderella in the South - Twenty-Five South African Tales • Arthur Shearly Cripps
... gloom—no watchfulness, no anxiety in thy large beaming eyes; and, kneeling among the hoary mosses, layest thyself down in unknown fellowship with one of those human creatures, a glance of whose eye, a murmur of whose voice, would send thee belling through the forest, terrified by the flash or sound that bespoke a hostile nature wont to pursue thy race unto death.—The hunter is upon thee—away—away! Sudden as a shooting-star up springs the red-deer, and in the gloom as suddenly ...
— Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2 • John Wilson
... was awake that night, and throughout Christendom a sombre murmur hung in the keen air over the countryside like the belling of bees in the heather, and this murmurous tumult grew to a clangour in the cities. It was the tolling of the bells in a million belfry towers and steeples, summoning the people to sleep no more, to sin no more, but to gather in their churches and pray. And overhead, growing larger and ...
— Tales of Space and Time • Herbert George Wells
... actually about to strike, he will fall back into the formation. It seems to him that lost in the mass he risks less than when alone. Everybody is willing to charge, but only if all charge together. It is a case of belling the cat. ...
— Battle Studies • Colonel Charles-Jean-Jacques-Joseph Ardant du Picq
... would not this. What, if she love me still? I would not that. I know not what I would'—but said to her, 'Yet weep not thou, lest, if thy mate return, He find thy favour changed and love thee not'— Then pressing day by day through Lyonnesse Last in a roky hollow, belling, heard The hounds of Mark, and felt the goodly hounds Yelp at his heart, but turning, past and gained Tintagil, half in sea, and high on ...
— Idylls of the King • Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
