moaningly

High over her they break; and round her surge and roar; and giving place to others, moaningly depart, and dash themselves to fragments in their baffled anger.

The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit 2006

"Oh, I am very tired," was all she said, moaningly and wearily, passing her hand across her aching brow like a worn-out child.

Vera Nevill Or, Poor Wisdom's Chance H. Lovett Cameron

Not again would she answer moaningly, "Oh, Richard, yes!" and tremble with delight in the midst of her agony to see how, when this big man was dazed and half awake, he held his arms upwards to her as if he were still a little boy and she a tall overshadowing presence.

The Judge Rebecca West 1937

For Peter's back was broken, and he was going -- going even now -- as she ran moaningly with him through the deep aisles of the forest.

The Country Beyond James Oliver Curwood 1903

For three days after that he looked through the window at the same hour and prayed moaningly for another glimpse of that paradise in the southern sky.

Isobel : a Romance of the Northern Trail James Oliver Curwood 1903

"Oh, if father were here!" was all she could murmur moaningly, as the clatter of hoofs rung out in the courtyard.

The Slowcoach 1903

Her arms, partly bared, were reaching out to him in the gray Arctic dawn, and then wildly and moaningly there came to him --

The Golden Snare James Oliver Curwood 1903

Black clouds came creeping up all round the sky, which blotted out the moonlight and changed all that white foam into curdling ink, and with the coming of these clouds the wind began to rise, at first little and moaningly, like a child in pain, and then suddenly very loudly indeed, until it grew to a great storm, that brought with it sheets of the most merciless rain that I had then ever witnessed.

Marjorie 1898

The funeral procession takes up one of his strains of sorrow touched with hope, and sings it when accompanying the dead to the long home-sings it musingly, measuredly, moaningly.

Sweet Singers of Wales 1889

"An 'wid all deh bringin' up she had, how could she?" moaningly she asked of her son.

Maggie, a Girl of the Streets Stephen Crane 1885