from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A clang or repeated clanging.
- n. A loud racket; a din.
- intransitive v. To make a clangor.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. Alternative spelling of clangour.
- v. Alternative spelling of clangour.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A sharp, harsh, ringing sound.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- To make a clangor; clang; clank; resound.
- n. A sharp, metallic, ringing sound; resonant, clanging sound; clang; clamorous noise; shrill outcry.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- v. make a loud resonant noise
- n. a loud resonant repeating noise
- v. make a loud noise
And even with the clangor of tourists, who on many days at least double the city's population of about 300, it's still possible to find peaceful spots to enjoy a glass of wine as you admire the sun kissing the countryside below the walls.
Despite their clangor on LA based Persian satellite TV, these individuals who spend all of their time attacking groups that secure victories for the community, were unable to prevent positive change, exposing themselves and demonstrating that they have no base of support.
The clangor spread outward until all of Rata Sum was ringing.
Leader Zach Condon gained wide attention for the artful clangor of Beirut's 2006 debut, which bore the influence of Gypsy music.
Rarely do I descend to that cauldron of hissing pipes and clangor of which so few are aware — am I blessed or cursed to have discovered it within?
He slammed the truck door behind him sending a metal clangor through the manzanitas.
Mr. Klein's music shifts moods just as masterfully, achieving the instant appeal of a lullaby one moment, the clangor and dissonance of urban life the next.
He heard rocks rattle behind him as Gordon and Victoria leaped to their feet, then the clangor of a camp being hastily packed.
There was an undertone to the clangor of the music-box and the human hum, for across the cavern's farther end for a space of two hundred yards the great river rushed, penned here into a deep trough of less than a tenth its normal width -- plunging out of a great fanged gap and hurrying out of view down another one, licking smooth banks on its way with a hungry sucking sound.
How can we find them amidst the clangor and the clutter of ‘TMI’ — too much information?