"cry out over" is a correct and commonly used phrase in written English.
It means to express strong emotion, often grief or frustration, in a loud and distressed manner. You can use it in various situations, such as: - "The crowd began to cry out over the injustice of the verdict." - "She cried out over the loss of her beloved pet." - "He cried out over the pain in his injured leg." - "The protesters were crying out over the government's lack of action on climate change." - "The toddler cried out over the broken toy."
The most substantial work of the five is Yershon's spare, pensive score for "Mr. Turner," in which solo woodwinds cry out over an unstable harmonic background; it seems to pull tones from Turner's darkling skies.
There's nothing amiss, though, in the majestic closing chorus, in which questioning, imploring, raging, and consoling voices cry out over an implacable passacaglia bass, the whole of it hinting that what we pathologize as "Internet culture" is nothing more than the human brain made visible.
Their cries, with an incomplete witness or care for issues impacting people outside of the womb, are like the boy who cries out over and over again, drawing the attention of the villagers who recognize that what he is saying doesn't match up with reality.
"No!" she cries out, over and over.
'I've forgotten my loo-roll!' cried out over a chain of friends at Leeds Festival's long-drop is a particularly great one.
At the end comes a hyperbolic climax: on one side of the screen we see a close-up of the man in a pilot's hat and goggles, evidently flying an open-cockpit plane and crying out over the roar of wind and engine noise, "Chieko, I am sorry" and "Chieko, goodbye".
That was the case when they packed the pews to hear her one Friday night last month in a modest Methodist church in Orangeburg, S.C. "Oh, amen!" the participants cried out over the rise and fall of her voice, springing to their feet, howling their approval with hands lifted as if in praise.
She held that picture of him, and then she was thinking, unaccountably, of a captive of the Sioux, a young woman taken from her husband to be bride to a chief, the business settled in the smoke and confusion of a desperate fight, her daughter crying out over the cacophony of shouts and curses and the rolling thunder of a hundred rifles firing at once.
The protests, he added, exposed "the pain of a community crying out over a sense of discrimination, racism, and of being unanswered.
I cried out for help, over and over, but no-one can hear you from that place".
After the City had been destroyed, Samuel Pepys, looking back on the events, wrote in his diary on 7 September 1666: "People do all the world over cry out of the simplicity [the stupidity] of my Lord Mayor in general; and more particularly in this business of the fire, laying it all upon him".
