"Banshee" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... present satisfactions. We absorb to the full the pleasant glow of the hotel drawing-room, after we have comfortably repaired the ravages of the day. Bareges is a grotesque phantom, and we can hardly admit that to-night there are people still in that shuddering, shivering, banshee-haunted line of hospitals, high in its weird valley, in the cold and in the falling rain. Rayless and despairing their mood must be; escape would seem immeasurably more to be prized than cure. Even the old man of Grip and ...
— A Midsummer Drive Through The Pyrenees • Edwin Asa Dix
... to him harshly," she said, a ripple of merriment in her voice, "for I'll tell you a secret. He did not try to stop me when I ran away—he even called after me, 'He's turned in at the church, you wild banshee!' They have told him things that have given him new respect for Harlan Thornton. ...
— The Ramrodders - A Novel • Holman Day
... the uproar to be expected of a basso-profundo banshee in pain. Another pushpot was ...
— Space Platform • Murray Leinster
... know him, he poor English fetish p'raps," said Jeekie, as he removed the mask. "This real African god, howl banshee and all that sort into middle of next week. This Little Bonsa and no mistake, ten thousand years old and more, eat up lives, so many that no one can count them, and go on eating for ever, yes unto the third and fourth generation, as Ten Commandments ...
— The Yellow God - An Idol of Africa • H. Rider Haggard
... waded in the pool— The Banshee robed in green— She sang yon song the whole night long, And washed the linen clean; The linen that would wrap the dead She beetled on a stone, She stood with dripping hands, blood-red, Low ...
— Elves and Heroes • Donald A. MacKenzie
... sound, like the wail of a strangling child! It was nothing but the howl of a wolf, and a wolf is about the last thing a man who knows the cowardly beast would be afraid of; but there was something so weird and unearthly in this "cry between the silences"—something so banshee-like in its suggestion of the grave—that, old mountaineers that we were, and long familiar with it, we felt an instinctive dread—a dread which was not fear, but only a sense of utter solitude and desolation. There is no sound known to mortal ear that has in it so strange a power upon the ...
— Cobwebs From an Empty Skull • Ambrose Bierce (AKA: Dod Grile)
... yet was in the sound, That froze my blood, and fix'd my eye; It seem'd to me a demon's shriek, Or wailing banshee's boding cry. ...
— Canada and Other Poems • T.F. Young
... however, stuck to his work, and very soon the specimens that he brought forward began to show a fixity of type both in head and in general outline. Brian was one of his best dogs, but he was not very large, as he only stood just over thirty inches at the shoulder. Banshee and Fintragh were others, but probably the best of Captain Graham's kennel was the bitch Sheelah. It was not, however, until towards the end of the last century that the most perfect dogs were bred. These included O'Leary, the property ...
— Dogs and All About Them • Robert Leighton
... lady carelessly. "A couple of years ago I had a seven-ton cutter-rigged yacht, the Banshee, and we ran over to Madeira ...
— Beyond the City • Arthur Conan Doyle
... the wind nor the water Now stirred the night air, But a warning far sadder,—. The Banshee was there! Now rising, now swelling, On the night wind it bore One cadence, still telling, 'I ...
— Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 2 (of 2) • Charles Lever
... fierce December wind was sighing out its wearied farewell over the frozen streets; the thick white frosts were gathering on the window panes, in crystal shrubs and icy forests; December was howling, in a spectral voice, the ominous cry of the "Banshee," in anticipation of the old year's death. It was well nigh the hour of another day's dawn, but in the house of Henry Rayne everyone was astir. In the old, familiar home, where we have intruded so often upon happy inmates in their joy, we now steal an entrance, to witness the gloom, the stillness, ...
— Honor Edgeworth • Vera |
