Heaved

Examples

• To me, you brought it; on me, you forced it; and the bottom of this raging sea,' striking himself upon the breast, 'has been heaved up ever since. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Reliant on Night, confiding in Solitude, I kept my tears sealed, my sobs chained, no longer; they heaved my heart; they tore their way. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• The broad brown face of it heaved slowly, and then dimpled and quivered all over. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He heaved a sort of shuddering sigh, and taking me in his arms, carried me downstairs. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Then he heaved a sigh and dropped his head resignedly upon his paws. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Miss Lavinia looked consciously at Miss Clarissa, and heaved a little sigh. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• The ground heaved and swelled like a rolling sea, and several houses, still standing, were shuffled and moved some yards out of their places. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
• Your head sank on the back of the chair--you heaved a heavy sigh--and you fell asleep. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• I wish I could think it was only manner--I hope it may be--' (Here the affectionate relative heaved a deep sigh, and shook her head despondingly). Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• When he had dried his eyes and heaved a sob over his injuries, he began moving towards the door. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• The glen and sky spun round: the hills heaved! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• The South Spit was just awash with the flowing tide; the waters heaved over the hidden face of the Shivering Sand. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Mr. Pickwick did not turn round immediately, but looked vacantly in Sam's face for a few seconds, and heaved a deep sigh. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• A pang of exquisite suffering--a throe of true despair--rent and heaved my heart. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• Mrs. Welland heaved a sigh of gratitude, and May, who had moved away to the window, turned to shed on him a beam of approval. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• A great crowd clamoured and heaved round the door. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.

Editor: Randolph