On a rock, amid the roaring water, Lies Cassiopea's gentle daughter.
Their walk was a delight to him, their roaring gallop a frenzy of eager sensation.
The roaring winds of the Pacific make you drunk to begin with.
It was all he could do to restrain himself from roaring aloud in his rage.
Before long it was roaring, and diffusing a genial warmth on all sides.
I resisted, ...