Moncharmin and Richard were the shipwrecked mariners amid this motionless turmoil
of a calico sea.
When he reached the meat-market he found the whole place in turmoil
, and a great noise of angry voices and barking of dogs.
Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening, and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil
that she had been unable to sleep.
A horrid turmoil
of mind and body; bursting sobs; broken, vanishing thoughts, now of indignation, now of remorse; broken elementary whiffs of consciousness, of the smell of the horse-hair on the chair bottom, of the jangling of church bells that now began to make day horrible throughout the confines of the city, of the hard floor that bruised his knees, of the taste of tears that found their way into his mouth: for a period of time, the duration of which I cannot guess, while I refuse to dwell longer on its agony, these were the whole of God's world for John Nicholson.
The sudden extinction of the moccoletti, the darkness which had replaced the light, and the silence which had succeeded the turmoil
, had left in Franz's mind a certain depression which was not free from uneasiness.
Amid the turmoil
and tumult of battle, there may be seeming disorder and yet no real disorder at all; amid confusion and chaos, your array may be without head or tail, yet it will be proof against defeat.
The greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the turmoil
, acted as if stunned.
Here, however, all is turmoil
and shouting and clatter.
This war- worn veteran, being now infirm with age and wounds, and weary of the turmoil
of a military life, and of the roll of the drum and the clangor of the trumpet, that had so long been ringing in his ears, had lately signified a purpose of returning to his native valley, hoping to find repose where he remembered to have left it.
The buffalo made prodigious turmoil
in the water, bellowing, and blowing, and floundering; and they all floated down the stream together.
but into what sweet rest did the turmoil
of each busy day decline
Then Apollo sent Aeneas forth from his rich sanctuary, and filled his heart with valour, whereon he took his place among his comrades, who were overjoyed at seeing him alive, sound, and of a good courage; but they could not ask him how it had all happened, for they were too busy with the turmoil
raised by Mars and by Strife, who raged insatiably in their midst.