Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "The Allegash and East Branch" (1864) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 242, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
The cannon thunders ... limbs fly in all directions ... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice ... it's Humanity in search of happiness.
(Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. "Plans and Notes: For Civil War," appendix to Prose Poems, published in Complete Works, vol. 1, "Shorter Prose Poems," ed. Yves-Gérard le Dantec, rev. by Claude Pichois (1953).)
I have a toothache today. I never seem to be able to rise above a toothache. It makes me want to howl, break things, pull noses, tweak ears, screech.
(John Colton (1886-1946), and Stuart Walker. Lisa Glendon (Valerie Hobson), Werewolf of London, explaining why she's seems depressed (1935).
Original story by Robert Harris; Colton was born in Japan, of British parents, and then moved to Americayou figure out his nationality.)
I warn you, Jedediah, you're not going to like it in Chicago. The wind comes howling in off the lake and gosh only knows if they ever heard of lobster Newburg.
(Orson Welles (1915-1985), U.S. filmmaker, actor, producer, and Herman J. Manckiewicz (1897-1953), U.S. screenwriter. Charles Foster Kane (Orson Welles), Citizen Kane, to Jed Leland (Joseph Cotten) (1941).)
Howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone forever.
I know when one is dead and when one lives;
She's dead as earth.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Lear (V, iii).
OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.)
Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish
wolves against the moon.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 2, l. 109-10.
Dogs or wolves barking at the moon offered a proverbial image of ineffectual outcry. She is calling on the lovers to stop complaining.)