1 The rhapsody welled up within me, like blood from an inward wound, and gushed out.
Great Expectations By Charles DickensGet Context In Chapter XLIV
2 The tree became a rhapsody, a quivering cacophony, a whizz and vibrant rapture, branches, leaves, birds syllabling discordantly life, life, life, without measure, without stop devouring the tree.
Between the Acts (1941) By Virginia WoolfGet Context In Unit 12
3 The words that are left to us are not without interest, and, cleared of evident dross, they conceal much of real poetry and meaning beneath conventional theology and unmeaning rhapsody.
The Souls of Black Folk By W. E. B. Du BoisGet Context In XIV