"Delighted," Warbled Mr Carlyle, without a moment's consideration.
"Max Carrados"
Ernest Bramah
His dirge was roared Not Warbled, and his pall was smoke and cloud; Flowers of red shot, red lightnings strewed his bier, And night, black night, the mourner.
"Three Years in the Federal Cavalry"
Willard Glazier
Now they rose, now they fell, as he gave forth the notes with the full force of his lungs, or Warbled softly, sometimes finishing with a melancholy wail which produced the most mournful effect.
"With Axe and Rifle"
W.H.G. Kingston