“...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.”
“At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink -- I averted my eyes --”
“My screams were loud enough to reach the corners of the earth.”
“His scream was more of a roar, pouring out of him in a great torrent. Screaming for his loss, venting his pain.”
“I have found the one whom my soul loves”
“What a scream of agony by torture lengthened out that lute sent forth!”