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Calliope
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  • Far down the midway, the carousel steamed, the calliope tortured itself with musics.†   (source)
  • 'Well,' said Will, 'last night, did you hear that calliope — ' 'Calliope?†   (source)
  • The carnival train thundered the bridge, The calliope wailed.†   (source)
  • Its calliope fluted up malodorous steams of music.†   (source)
  • Perhaps the calliope gave a last ringmaster's bark.†   (source)
  • But no — it was the train, and the calliope sighing, weeping, on that train.†   (source)
  • The calliope by the ticket booth neither screamed deaths nor hummed idiot songs to itself.†   (source)
  • The carousel calliope, among the hills, piping the 'Funeral March' backwards.†   (source)
  • Did you hear the carousel calliope tonight?†   (source)
  • Was or wasn't it like the funeral dirge played backward by the old carousel calliope?†   (source)
  • Jim, the music that the calliope played when Mr Cooger got younger — ' 'Yeah?†   (source)
  • The calliope simmered, moronic with wind.†   (source)
  • The calliope steam-throb whispered, tatted, trilled.†   (source)
  • Hard times aside, the 1930's was a terrific decade to be an American boy, whether in the hills of Kentucky or on the gridirons of south Texas or astride the carnival calliope in small-town Wisconsin.†   (source)
  • Reaching out from the shadows among the calliope tubes and moon-skinned drums the man hoisted Jim yelling out on the air.†   (source)
  • Wandering alone in the library, letting his broom tell him things no one else could hear, he had heard the whistle and the disjointed-calliope hymns.†   (source)
  • Will, feeling walls, books, floors fly by, foolishly thought, pressed close… Why, why, Mr. Dark smells like …. calliope steam!†   (source)
  • The calliope howled, boiled steam, ran ancient dry, then played nothing, its keys gibbering as only chitterings boiled up through the vents.†   (source)
  • Somewhere in the carousel machinery there were taps and brass knockings, a faint squeal and whistle of calliope steam.†   (source)
  • Jim was at the window now, looking out across the town to the far black tents and the calliope that played by the turning of the world in the night.†   (source)
  • Going away, away, the calliope pipes shimmered with star explosions, but no one sat at the high keyboard.†   (source)
  • The flourished drums, the old-womanish shriek of calliope, the shadow drift of creatures far stranger than he, did not witch the Indian's yellow hawk-fierce gaze.†   (source)
  • And instead made his feet step to his own fear, jump to his own tune, a hum cramped back by throat, held fast by lungs, which shook the bones of his head and drowned the calliope away.†   (source)
  • More shadows rustled from the train, passing the animal cages where darkness prowled with unlit eyes and the calliope stood mute save for the faintest idiot tune the breeze piped wandering up the flues.†   (source)
  • The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.†   (source)
  • Then why the noisy calliope?†   (source)
  • The calliope played sweet.†   (source)
  • …his part, in their own good time, the boys told of the wandering-by lightning-rod salesman, the predictions of storms to come, the long-after-midnight train, the suddenly inhabited meadow, the moonblown tents, the untouched but full-wept calliope, then the light of noon showering over an ordinary midway with hundreds of Christians wandering through but no lions for them to be tossed to, only the maze where time lost itself backward and forward in waterfall mirrors, only the OUT OF…†   (source)
  • For a moment, Will watched Jim dance around over there, shirt uplifted, pants going on, while off in night country, panting, churning was this funeral train, all black-plumed cars, licoricecoloured cages, and a sooty calliope clamouring, banging three different hymns mixed and lost, maybe not there at all.†   (source)
  • Then, when it's frozen you stiff, it plays that fine sweet soul-searching music that smells of fresh-washed frocks of women dancing on back-yard lines in May, that sounds like haystacks trampled into wine, all that blue sky and summer night-on-the-lake kind of tune until your head bangs with the drums that look like full moons beating around the calliope.†   (source)
  • Then the calliope gave a particularly violent cry of foul murder which made dogs howl in far counties, and Mr Cooger, spinning, ran and leaped on the backwhirling universe of animals who, tail first, head last, pursued an endless circling night toward unfound and never to be discovered destinations.†   (source)
  • Calliope.†   (source)
  • …counting the times around, around, while the night air warmed to summer heat by friction of sun-metal brass, the passionate backturned flight of beasts, wore the wax doll down and down and washed him clean with the still stranger musics until all ceased, all died away to stillness the calliope shut up its brassworks, the ironmongery machines hissed off, and with a last faint whine like desert sands blown backup Arabian hourglasses, the carousel rocked on seaweed waters and stood still.†   (source)
  • But the name had tumbled from his mouth only because he heard the calliope summing the golden years ahead, felt Jim isolate somewhere, pulled by warm gravities, swung by sunrise notes, wondering what it could be like to stand sixteen, seventeen, eighteen years tall, and then, oh then, nineteen and, most incredible!†   (source)
  • The calliope changed.†   (source)
  • To Delilah that house they were carrying the torches to was like one just now coming into being-like the showboat that slowly came through the trees just once in her time, at the peak of high water-bursting with the unknown, sparking in ruddy light, with a minute to go before that ear-aching cry of the calliope.†   (source)
  • She could hear the distant sound of the calliope and she saw in her head all the tents raised up in a kind of gold sawdust light and the diamond ring of the ferris wheel going around and around up in the air and down again and the screeking merry-go-round going around and around on the ground.†   (source)
  • Not a merry-goround that travels fast, and with a calliope for music, and the children ride on cows with gilded horns, and there are rings to catch with sticks, and there is the blue, gas-flare-lit early dark of the Avenue du Maine, with fried fish sold from the next stall, and a wheel of fortune turning with the leather flaps slapping against the posts of the numbered compartments, and the packages of lump sugar piled in pyramids for prizes.†   (source)
  • But there wasn't any big side-wheeler there now, white as a wedding cake, cranky and improbable, with red and gilt decorations, and no calliope was playing "Dixie" and no whistles blowing.†   (source)
  • When the kid found out we were going to leave him at home he started up a howl like a calliope and fastened himself as tight as a leech to Bill's leg.†   (source)
  • …deceas'd through time, her voice by Castaly's fountain, Silent the broken-lipp'd Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those centurybaffling tombs, Ended for aye the epics of Asia's, Europe's helmeted warriors, ended the primitive call of the muses, Calliope's call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead, Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the holy Graal, Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct, The Crusaders' streams of shadowy midnight troops…†   (source)
  • Calliope, begin!†   (source)
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