1 The voices of the knights were heard, animating their followers, or directing means of defence, while their commands were often drowned in the clashing of armour, or the clamorous shouts of those whom they addressed.
2 Higg was about to be thrust out by the compassion of the warders, who were apprehensive lest his clamorous grief should draw upon them reprehension, and upon himself punishment.
3 The multitude, who had raised a clamorous shout of reprobation, paused and gazed in silence on the formidable and experienced body to which they had unwarily bade defiance, and shrunk back from their front.
4 The calm and polite unconcern of Lady Middleton on the occasion was a happy relief to Elinor's spirits, oppressed as they often were by the clamorous kindness of the others.
5 It was the bold, clamorous, self-assertive squall of the new human being, who had so incomprehensibly appeared.
6 It passed off in a clamorous peal that seemed to wake an echo in every lonely chamber; though it originated but in one, and I could have pointed out the door whence the accents issued.
7 And here, shipmates, is true and faithful repentance; not clamorous for pardon, but grateful for punishment.
8 In the meanwhile, the very old woman whom he had encountered at the corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier hastened up behind him, uttering clamorous cries and indulging in lavish and exaggerated gestures.
Les Misérables (V3) By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 8: CHAPTER XXII—THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO
9 The oxen low as they depart; all the woodland is filled with their complaint as they clamorously quit the hills.
10 Then indeed the Rutulians clamorously greet the omen, and their hands flash out.
11 He replied audibly enough, in a fashion which made my companion vociferate, more clamorously than before, that a wide distinction might be drawn between saints like himself and sinners like his master.
12 As she thought this, the clamor of dissenting voices rose up about Ashley, indignant, fiery.
13 She withdrew from the clamor into a worship of incomprehensible gods.
14 In the Minneapolis station the crowd of lumberjacks, farmers, and Swedish families with innumerous children and grandparents and paper parcels, their foggy crowding and their clamor confused her.
15 It would seem by the voices that twenty men were soon collected at that one spot, mingling their different opinions and advice in noisy clamor.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 13