diminuendo

Saints meanwhile are coming off the back of their no-show in the FA Cup semi, and, with relegation a fate unlikely to befall them, face an elongated diminuendo to their season.

From The Guardian ● Apr. 21, 2021

In Mitchell’s case, the diminuendo was especially long, and his continued expectations for himself much higher.

From The New Yorker ● Apr. 20, 2015

As each wave rolls in—booming, roaring, growling, hissing—I listen to its voice: the unique contours of its rising and falling, its singular crescendo and diminuendo.

From Slate ● Feb. 24, 2015

She captured Elizabeth’s dignity, longing and regret in artful details, like a pristinely painful diminuendo on the words “Oh, rimembranza!”

From New York Times ● Jun. 6, 2014

"A-weeping and a-weeping till she weeps her life away," sang Miss Elisabetha, her voice in soft diminuendo to express the mournful end of the Proud Ladye.

From Rodman the Keeper Southern Sketches by Constance Fenimore Woolson

And instant by instant the flood of varicolored flame that poured into its petalings down from the sapphire ovoids waxed and waned in crescendoes and diminuendoes of relucent harmonies—ecstatic, awesome.

From The Metal Monster by Abraham Merritt

His delivery, with its sentimental diminuendoes and coquettish staccatoes, was reminiscent of the music-hall style, on which it was doubtless modelled.

From The Undying Past by Hermann Sudermann

Rifle-fire is as inconstant in volume as piano music; there is something of human effort to be heard in the "tap ... tap ... tap ... tap-tap-trrrrapp" of its crescendos and diminuendoes.

From "Contemptible", by "Casualty" by

He makes them dance for his pleasure, and you hear their breath come and go, in the swell and subsiding of those marvellous crescendoes and diminuendoes which set the strings pulsating like a sea.

From Plays, Acting and Music A Book Of Theory by Arthur Symons

Not only so, but the accompanying orchestra faithfully upheld and completed the symphony which rose and fell with crescendos and diminuendoes more glorious as the chorus pealed louder and nearer.

From The Trail of a Sourdough Life in Alaska by May Kellogg Sullivan