How To Use Shrilling In A Sentence
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Galahs and lorikeets are shrilling and squawking over their territory in the old Norfolk Island pines and everyone is glad that night, finally, has rescued us from the sun's brutal strength.
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With the azan shrilling in the background, the curtain rose on the beautiful Kashmiri dancers holding basketfuls of yellow flowers and yellow hankies, moving in simple and sensuous formations.
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I woke to hear my alarm clock shrilling at me and after shutting it off I went to have a shower and put some make up on.
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The constant shrilling chatter from the parrots and the growling sounds of the other animals would drive even me insane.
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Next door, in a small room to which day and night were the same, Mr. Pascoe was always to be found bending over his hobbing foot, under a tiny yellow fan of gaslight which could be heard making a tenuous shrilling whenever the bootmaker looked up, and ceased riveting.
London River
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Something was shrilling - quite loudly, mind you - directly beside her left ear.
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Again only the shrilling of the crickets, the shu-shu of feet, the gentle clapping; and the wavering hovering measure proceeds in silence, with mesmeric lentor -- with a strange grace, which, by its very na´vetÚ, seems old as the encircling hills.
Glimpses of Unfamiliar Japan First Series
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All night, squads of dressed-up campesinos trotted through town, the men strumming charangos, the women shrilling praise-songs to whichever roadless hamlet they'd walked from.
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It was only then, I became aware of the shrilling of the callboard.
Duel Under the Double Sun
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I awoke to find my phone shrilling loudly, as if threatening to fall off its hook any time.
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The evening deteriorated into a purposeless clutter of sensations: flutes shrilling; a shower of violets from the ceiling; a charlatan vomiting flames.
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His lips moved with the seconds then opened the door which sent out a shrilling scream of unoiled hinges.
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the clash of swords and the shrilling of trumpets
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Grimy tugboats lay beside the traps, shrilling the air with creaking winches as they "brailed" the struggling fish, a half-ton at a time, from the "pounds," now churned to milky foam by the ever-growing throng of prisoners; and all the time the big plants gulped the sea harvest, faster and faster, clanking and gnashing their metal jaws, while the mounds of salmon lay hip-deep to the crews that fed the butchering machines.
The Silver Horde