With a heave they turned the turtle over and dragged it up again on the dry beach.
"The Three Admirals" by W.H.G. Kingston
Now we're brought to; so clap on, my boy, and let's heave up with a will.
"Jacob Faithful" by Captain Frederick Marryat
I think I'll go up to the captain, and ask him to heave-to, while I send for them.
"The King's Own" by Captain Frederick Marryat
Stick somethin' under him t' keep him up when I heave.
"The Aztec Treasure-House" by Thomas Allibone Janvier
I'll heave over one of these settaas, and that'll kaap up afloat.
"Adrift in the Wilds" by Edward S. Ellis
With a violent heave, the Blackfoot sprang up.
"The Prairie Chief" by R.M. Ballantyne
Presently his eyes quivered, and heaving a short, broken sigh, he looked up.
"The Gorilla Hunters" by R.M. Ballantyne
Then he heaved a sigh that relieved the pent-up feelings of an overburdened soul.
"The Lonely Island" by R.M. Ballantyne
Its sole purpose is for heaving up the anchor, and it is placed close to the bow of the ship.
"Man on the Ocean" by R.M. Ballantyne
At the order to heave to, they were all thrown up into the wind.
"Held Fast For England" by G. A. Henty
Deep below me sank the coffin,
While my tears fell fast as rain;
Deep it sank, and I, full often,
Thought to heave it up again.
"The Violet-Gatherer (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)" by George Borrow
Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run
Through every heav'nly street,
And say, there's naught below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.
"Hymn 33" by Isaac Watts
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.
"Hymn 37" by Isaac Watts
Now they are sent to guide our feet
Up to the gates of thine abode,
Through all the dangers that we meet
In travelling the heav'nly road.
"Hymn 112" by Isaac Watts
'Tis now a thousand years and moe
Since heav'n receiv'd him, yet I know,
When he ascended up on high,
To mount the throne, ev'n so did I.
"The Believer's Riddle; or, the Mystery of Faith" by Ralph Erskine
In heav'nly choirs a question rose,
That stirr'd up strife will never close,
What rank of all the ransom'd race
Owes highest praise to sov'reign grace?
"The Believer's Principles : Chap. V." by Ralph Erskine
Mick Fanning sets up shop in heaving Pacific barrels.
The easiest way to heave to is get on the opposite tack from the one on which you want to end up, sheet in the jib, and then tack.
We always heave a deep sigh when the Legislature wraps up a session — half in relief, half in disappointment.