Some articles on tumult:
... Tumult got underway again on the 20th and set her course for the Panama Canal and the Pacific ... Tumult spent the entire month of September shepherding these awkward charges across the Pacific ... having safely delivered the convoy, Tumult anchored at Espiritu Santo ...
... The Tumult of Thorn (Toruń), also called Blood-Bath of Thorn (Polish Tumult toruński, German Thorner Blutgericht) refers to executions ordered in ...
... Tumult can refer to violent and noisy commotion or disturbance of a crowd ... Other Tumult Records, an independent record label based in San Francisco ... Tumult (album), an album by Dutch punk rock band The Ex ...
... As the war ended, Tumult was sweeping in area "Skagway" off the coast of Kyūshū, Japan ... On 28 August, Tumult and three other minesweepers swept past the headlands of Tokyo Bay and into the harbor ... Tumult immediately began sweeping the anchorage and, in the following days, helped to remove minefields at the harbor entrance ...
... Tumult Records (stylized as tUMULt) is an independent record label in San Francisco run by Andee Connors (also of Aquarius Records) ... Andee Connors created a sublabel of tUMULt named Heavy Rescue, which aims to rerelease "lost eighties metal classics." ...
More definitions of "tumult":
- (noun): Violent agitation.
Synonyms: turmoil
- (noun): A state of commotion and noise and confusion.
Synonyms: tumultuousness, uproar, garboil
Famous quotes containing the word tumult:
“His youth was distinguished by all the tumult and storm of pleasures, in which he licentiously triumphed, disdaining all decorum. His fine imagination was often heated and exhausted with his body in celebrating and deifying the prostitute of the night, and his convivial joys were pushed to all the extravagancy of frantic bacchanals.”
—Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl Chesterfield (1694–1773)
“Thru all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing.
It sounds and echoes in my soul;
How can I keep from singing?”
—Quaker. (Worship Comes Alive)
“I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night’s fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love’s lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air.”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)