When she returned Mrs. Meserve was rocking peacefully and was already at work hooking blue wool in and out.
"The Wind in the Rose-bush and Other Stories of the Supernatural" by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
In the next room Mammy Riah was rocking back and forth upon the hearth, crooning to herself while she carded a lapful of wool.
"The Battle Ground" by Ellen Glasgow
I found I have to plant in the spring and always in a tin can, with rock wool over the nut.
"Northern Nut Growers Association Report of the Proceedings at the Forty-Second Annual Meeting" by Northern Nut Growers Association
Yesterday we were fishing cuddings off the Black Rock and Maurice ran out of wool.
"The Northern Iron" by George A. Birmingham
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.
"The Wreck Of The Hesperus" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A steely shaft of water shot, and smote the face of clay;
It burrowed in the frozen muck, and scooped the dirt away;
It gored the gravel from its bed, it bellowed like a bull;
It hurled the heavy rock aloft like heaps of fleecy wool.
"The Ballad Of Touch-The-Button Nell" by Robert W Service