Careful Words

rock (n.)

rock (v.)

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock


William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book iii.

Shall I, like an hermit, dwell

On a rock or in a cell?

Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618): Poem.

  It was founded upon a rock.

New Testament: Matthew vii. 25.

  I look upon you as gem of the old rock.

Sir Thomas Browne (1605-1682): Dedication to Urn-Burial.

Better to sink beneath the shock

Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Giaour. Line 969.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.

A M Toplady (1740-1778): Salvation through Christ.

  He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet.

Daniel Webster (1782-1852): Speech on Hamilton, March 10, 1831. P. 200.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish;

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon 't.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.

'T was when the sea was roaring

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

John Gay (1688-1732): The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly

From its firm base as soon as I.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10.

For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;

For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;

His hooke was such as heads the end of pole

To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole;

The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,—

And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.

Sir William Davenant (1605-1668): Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637.

The sounding cataract

Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,

The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,

Their colours and their forms, were then to me

An appetite,—a feeling and a love,

That had no need of a remoter charm

By thoughts supplied, nor any interest

Unborrowed from the eye.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Me let the tender office long engage

To rock the cradle of reposing age;

With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,

Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;

Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,

And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408.

While man is growing, life is in decrease;

And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717.

I am as a weed

Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail

Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 2.

The breaking waves dashed high

On a stern and rock-bound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky

Their giant branches tossed.

John Keble (1792-1866): Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

The hills,

Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): Thanatopsis.