Arms on armour clashing bray'd

Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise

Of conflict.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209.

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

That to the sleeping woods all night

Singeth a quiet tune.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part v.

Where eldest Night

And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold

Eternal anarchy amidst the noise

Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;

For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,

Strive here for mast'ry.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.

Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,

Most musical, most melancholy!

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 61.

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!

What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,

Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,

Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scattered in the bottom of the sea:

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,

As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.