Literary notes about blare (AI summary)
The term "blare" is employed to evoke a vivid and often overwhelming auditory presence that enriches both the scene’s atmosphere and the emotional tenor of the narrative. It is frequently used to describe the loud, harsh influx of sound—whether the ceremonial blast of trumpets charging into battle ([1], [2], [3]), the deep, resonant toll of bells and conchs that punctuate moments of transition and portent ([4], [5], [6]), or even metaphorically to suggest an intrusive burst of light or emotion ([7], [8]). In this way, "blare" enhances the sensory experience within the text, imbuing each moment with a palpable intensity that transforms sound into a character of its own ([9], [10]).
- And now the trumpets blare; the watchword for war passes along.
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil - They fell on one another with a mighty uproar—earth groaned, and the spacious firmament rang out as with a blare of trumpets.
— from The Iliad by Homer - Tears fall fast upon earth and armour; cries of men and blare of trumpets roll skyward.
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil - And in that awful passage at arms, the blare of conches and beat of drums and the deep rattle of cars were all silenced by the twang of Gandiva.
— from The Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, Volume 2Books 4, 5, 6 and 7 - He stopped, listening to the sombre and heavy blare of the great bell as it tolled the hour, and then died away in ghostly and aërial reverberations.
— from Harrington: A Story of True Love by William Douglas O'Connor - There is naught to remind of the foetidness, the blare and glare of the streets.
— from The Confessions of a Beachcomber by E. J. (Edmund James) Banfield - She stood and waved her hand at him as he rode away in the blare of sunlight.
— from The Mercy of the Lord by Flora Annie Webster Steel - The morning dawned, a blare of sunlight.
— from The Black Pearl by Woodrow, Wilson, Mrs. - Suddenly we heard the blare of trumpets; the slow walk burst into a gallop, and then—well, it was wonderful to see!
— from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain - The sudden blare of trumpets broke through the hush; another pause, and then in through the great door-way of the hall came the royal procession.
— from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle
