As I descended I heard, thin and faint and beautiful, like the cry of a wild bird, the muezzin from the minarets of Erzerum.
"Greenmantle" by John Buchan
For a sample, there's the muezzin's game with you.
"Tartarin of Tarascon" by Alphonse Daudet
Had we been among the Moslems, we should have thought it the muezzin's cry.
"Among the Sioux" by R. J. Creswell
We assembled at the close of day, and began our march just as the muezzins called the evening prayer.
"The Adventures of Hajji Baba of Ispahan" by James Morier
Go, infidel, the muezzin calls to prayers.
"The Pacha of Many Tales" by Frederick Marryat
The cry of the donkey-boy, and the cry of the cameleer, and the cry of the muezzin from the mosque.
"The Wind Bloweth" by Brian Oswald Donn-Byrne
It had been captured by the Turks and made into a mosque, where the muezzin supplanted the priest in calls of prayer.
"Charles Carleton Coffin" by William Elliot Griffis
This night, the first time for three weeks, I have heard again the Muezzin's call to prayers, from the minarets of the Mosques.
"Journal of a Residence at Bagdad" by Anthony Groves
It was the Muezzin calling the people to prayer.
"A Trip to the Orient" by Robert Urie Jacob
When the muezzin intoned the fifth namazat, towards midnight, Mahmoud dismissed the dervish.
"The Lion of Janina" by Mór Jókai
Every blade's a minaret
Where a small muezzin's set,
Loudly calling us to pray
At the miracle of day.
"Late September" by Amy Lowell
Now Vesper brings the sunset hour,
And, where crusading Knighthood trod,
Muezzin from his minaret tower
Proclaims, ``There is no God but God!''
"The Door Of Humility" by Alfred Austin
Each Moslem tomb, and cypress old,
Looked holy through the sunset air;
And, angel-like, the Muezzin told
From tower and mosque the hour of prayer.
"The Star Of Bethlehem" by John Greenleaf Whittier
The shadows grow and deepen round me,
I feel the deffall in the air;
The muezzin of the darkening thicket,
I hear the night-thrush call to prayer.
"What The Traveller Said At Sunset" by John Greenleaf Whittier
The mosques and churches float through memories of the pious,
The chiming of the bell mingles with the muezzin's call,
Sanctity shines from cowls and from the beards of hodjas.
Oh, so many fair angels at the gates of hell!
"Blasphemy" by Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
From a far minaret of faithful cloud
A wraith-muezzin of the sunset cried
Over the sea that swung with sultan pride,
"Allah is Beauty, there is none beside!
Allah is Beauty, not to be denied
By Death or any Infidel dark-browed!"
"On The Arabian Gulf" by Cale Young Rice
Boediono, who like many Indonesians goes by only one name, on Friday called on the Indonesian Mosque Council to issue a regulation on the noise levels for loudspeakers used by muezzins to belt out calls to prayer, known as azan.
As the evening call to prayer rings out across Riyadh, a pack of teenage girls eating cotton candy and popsicles erupt in cheers, drowning out the muezzin.
A Jerusalem neighbprhood decided to play very loud music, in defiance of the volume and disturbance of the sound of the muezzin at the nearby mosque.