Surge
[sɜːdʒ] or [sɝdʒ]
Definition
(noun.) a sudden or abrupt strong increase; 'stimulated a surge of speculation'; 'an upsurge of emotion'; 'an upsurge in violent crime'.
(verb.) see one's performance improve; 'He levelled the score and then surged ahead'.
Typed by Audrey--From WordNet
Definition
(n.) A spring; a fountain.
(n.) A large wave or billow; a great, rolling swell of water, produced generally by a high wind.
(n.) The motion of, or produced by, a great wave.
(n.) The tapered part of a windlass barrel or a capstan, upon which the cable surges, or slips.
(v. i.) To swell; to rise hifg and roll.
(v. i.) To slip along a windlass.
(n.) To let go or slacken suddenly, as a rope; as, to surge a hawser or messenger; also, to slacken the rope about (a capstan).
Inputed by Joanna
Synonyms and Synonymous
n. Wave, billow, breaker.
v. n. [1]. Swell, rise high.[2]. (Naut.) Slip back.
v. a. (Naut.) Slack up suddenly (as a rope round a pin), let go.
Inputed by Kirsten
Definition
n. the rising or swelling of a large wave.—v.i. to rise high: to swell.—adj. Sur′gy full of surges or waves: billowy.
Checker: Nona
Examples
- With one mighty downward surge I swept him clear of the deck. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- As a dark river sweeps by under a lightning flash, she saw her chance of happiness surge past under a flash of temptation. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Queer thoughts these that surge in my mind. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I suppressed my surprise, and swallowed whatever other feelings began to surge. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- The bitter waters of life surged high about him, their sterile taste was on his lips. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- How they must have tugged at the pitiless fetters as the fierce fires surged around them! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- A whole village-full of sensuous emotion, scattered abroad all the year long, surged here in a focus for an hour. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Though answers to the questions surged up fastmy mind filling like a rising well, ideas were there, but not words. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- For three days men crazed with fear have surged about this portal in vain attempts to solve its mystery. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- The words surged through my brain again and again, until at last I must have voiced them audibly, for Yersted shook his head. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- A strange black passion surged up pure in Gudrun. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The ship's prow cleaved on, with a faint noise of cleavage, into the complete night, without knowing, without seeing, only surging on. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The smoke from the fire was forcing me further and further back down the corridor toward the waters which I could hear surging through the darkness. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- As we descended in great circles toward the navy docks a mighty multitude could be seen surging in the streets beneath. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
- He heard the thundering and surging out of doors, and it seemed to him as if his late angry mood were going about trying to get at him. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- Hark to the thundering in the chimney, and the surging noise! Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
- Mrs. Fisher rose--she had seen Mrs. Bry surging back in her direction. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- I sat on the top of the Western Union telegraph booth to watch the surging, crazy crowd. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foamy race Of ocean-surges green. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Save him from danger, for he is daring, my lover, He rides the surges of battle as thou ridest the flying clouds. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
- I breasted the surges, and flung them from me, as I would the opposing front and sharpened claws of a lion about to enfang my bosom. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- She had never seen her husband in this mood before; and her gentle system of ethics seemed to bend like a reed in the surges of such passions. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Never did fall of any prime minister at court occasion wider surges of sensation than the report of Tom's fate among his compeers on the place. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Edited by Josie