Wood lock

Definitions

  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Wood lock (Naut) a piece of wood close fitted and sheathed with copper, in the throating or score of the pintle, to keep the rudder from rising.
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Usage

In literature:

Until the winter came to lock the gateways into the mountains he was everywhere the adventurous were pushing in the land of the North Woods.
"Wolf Breed" by Jackson Gregory
The elfin locks falling about his face make him look like some creature of the woods.
"Correggio" by Estelle M. Hurll
The lock is a trumpery kind of thing, with the bolt shooting into the soft wood.
"The Hand in the Dark" by Arthur J. Rees
In the commoner houses the locks and keys are all of wood.
"Southern Arabia" by Theodore Bent
Bonnet-boxes, made of light wood, with a lock and key, are better than the paper bandboxes so annoying to travellers.
"A Treatise on Domestic Economy" by Catherine Esther Beecher
It embraces a history of the lock and key from the earliest ages, illustrated profusely with wood cuts.
"The International Magazine, Volume 2, No. 2, January, 1851" by Various
WOOD-LOCKS OF THE RUDDER.
"The Sailor's Word-Book" by William Henry Smyth
He kicked at it, splintered the wood around the lock.
"It Could Be Anything" by John Keith Laumer
The hinges of the doors are generally of wood; and locks are not used.
"Travels in North America, From Modern Writers" by William Bingley
A boy found a pretty box in a wood, but he could not open it, for it was locked.
"A Danish Parsonage" by John Fulford Vicary
The wood path led into his garden by a private gate which was always locked.
"The Return of the Prodigal" by May Sinclair
Here wood-crown'd islands wave their locks of gold.
"The Lusiad" by Luís de Camões
He stooped down, put his lips to a hole broken in the wood-work above the lock of the garden-door, and gave a shrill whistle.
"The Doctor's Wife" by M. E. Braddon
He stood there a while, then closed and locked the door and went into the woods.
"Hoosier Mosaics" by Maurice Thompson
The next moment, with a splintering of wood, the lock gave and the door swung open.
"The Corner House Girls' Odd Find" by Grace Brooks Hill
It's a purty mean man that'll lock up his cabin in the woods.
"The Corner House Girls Snowbound" by Grace Brooks Hill
There was a sound of the splitting of wood, and the lock gave.
"The Four Corners of the World" by A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) Mason
They make tiny boxes, neatly fitted with lock and key, of wood.
"Mexico" by Susan Hale
The material was usually wood, often bound with iron and ornamented with hinges and locks of bronze.
"The Private Life of the Romans" by Harold Whetstone Johnston
The old one of common stained wood I wish sent to Miss Layne, locked as it is.
"Johnny Ludlow, Second Series" by Mrs. Henry Wood
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In poetry:

I know no brotherhood with far-lock'd woods,
Where branches bourgeon from a kindred sap;
Where o'er moss'd roots, in cool, green solitudes,
Small silver brooklets lap.
"The City Tree" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
A maid came and stood at the neck of the wood
And her locks on the Night were streaming,
She was tall as pines that rock in the winds,
And her eyes like Orion were gleaming.
"A Love Dream" by James Edwin Campbell
I'll no more go roaming, no more seeking,
No more crushing goosefoot in the wood.
With those oatsheaf locks you tossed when speaking
You have vanished from my dreams for good.
"I'll no more go roaming, no more seeking...(translated from russian)" by Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin
I'll no more go roaming, no more seeking,
No more crushing goosefoot in the wood.
With those oatsheaf locks you tossed when speaking
You have vanished from my dreams for good.
"I'll no more go roaming, no more seeking...(translated from russian)" by Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin
When yellow-lock'd and crystal ey'd
I dream'd green woods among;
Where tall trees wav'd from side to side,
And in their green breasts deep and wide,
I saw the building blue jay hide,
O, then the earth was young!
""The Earth Waxeth Old."" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
The boats, they leave the sea-washed island
For their land-locked harbour-bound,
Wafting in to sheltered Highland
Wood and field and garden-ground:
Aye, they leave their sea-washed island
Long ere dusk for Moyra Sound.
"Johnnie of the Silver Feather" by Hamish Maclaren

In news:

A juvenile Wood Stork cuts across a blue sky near the John C Stennis Lock and Dam in Columbus, Mississippi.
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