many-toned

Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 2007

There, at an ancient village named Surfers paradise, many-toned humans, and not a few adaptive aliens rode the surf, borne landward in the slick wet teeth of suiciding waves.

Orphan Star Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1983

There, at an ancient village named Surfers paradise, many-toned humans, and not a few adaptive aliens rode the surf, borne landward in the slick wet teeth of suiciding waves.

Orphan Star Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1977

There, at an ancient village named Surfers paradise, many-toned humans, and not a few adaptive aliens rode the surf, borne landward in the slick wet teeth of suiciding waves.

Orphan Star Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1977

There, at an ancient village named Surfers paradise, many-toned humans, and not a few adaptive aliens rode the surf, borne landward in the slick wet teeth of suiciding waves.

Orphan Star Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1977

Another of those many-toned, circling peals of laughter came from my room.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 61, November, 1862 Various

The harps sometimes had as many as twenty-two strings: the long-handled guitars, fitted with three strings, were capable of wide gradations; and the flutes were sufficiently complicated to be described by early writers as "many-toned."

The Treasury of Ancient Egypt Miscellaneous Chapters on Ancient Egyptian History and Archaeology Arthur E. P. B. Weigall

'The many-toned instruments sending forth their plaintive strain come up upon the perfume-laden air, and the song of the priests from yonder mighty Temple, the wonder of the world, floats lazily by like a vessel drifting with the tide.

Saronia A Romance of Ancient Ephesus Richard Short

Brann was as the "life-tree, Igdrasil, wide-waving and many-toned, with fimbriated tendrils down deep in the Death-Kingdoms, among the oldest dead dust of men and with boughs reaching always beyond the stars and ever changeless as the immutable empyrean of eternal hope."

The Complete Works of Brann the Iconoclast, Volume 12 1919

The passing projectiles formed the continuous scream and roar of some many-toned siren that penetrated the flesh as well as the ears with its sound.

The Last Shot Frederick Palmer 1915