The noise of iron hurled with force against the oak panels dominates all others.
"The Idler Magazine, Volume III., July 1893" by Various
A piece of oak fastened with iron bolts on each top-side of the ship.
"The Sailor's Word-Book" by William Henry Smyth
Then on the deck was built a pent-house of oak and iron, with sloping sides just high enough to cover the engine.
"The Naval History of the United States" by Willis J. Abbot
Leaning back in an iron chair, with his shoulders resting against the oak, was another man, altogether a different type.
"The Place of Honeymoons" by Harold MacGrath
Many or the antique doors of oak, studded with great wrought-iron nails, still remain.
"The Critic in the Orient" by George Hamlin Fitch
Already the ponderous door of iron-banded oak was groaning and splintering under the hail of blows.
"The Doomsman" by Van Tassel Sutphen
Unseen she put out one hand behind her, and leaned it for support against the iron-studded oak timbers of the chapel door.
"The Dop Doctor" by Clotilde Inez Mary Graves
Aubrey was always testing wells with oak-galls, presumably for iron.
"Highways and Byways in Surrey" by Eric Parker
Its door was of solid oak reinforced with criss-crossed strips of iron, designed to dash any hope of escape.
"The Saracen: Land of the Infidel" by Robert Shea
The sides are inclined, made of stout oak timbers and plated with iron.
"My Days and Nights on the Battle-Field" by Charles Carleton Coffin
Wide his hairy nostrils blew,
Maddning incense breathing up;
Oak to iron sinews grew,
Round the rich Caecuban cup.
"The Helot" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
A ribald cuckoo clamoured,
And out of the copse the stroke
Of the iron axe that hammered
The iron heart of the oak.
"The Hill Pines Were Sighing" by Robert Seymour Bridges
The gloomy hulls in armor grim,
Like clouds o'er moors have met,
And prove that oak, and iron, and man
Are tough in fibre yet.
"The Temeraire" by Herman Melville
Through iron-weeds and roses
And ancient beech and oak,
Old porches it discloses
Above the weeds and roses,
The drizzling raindrops soak.
"One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III" by Madison Julius Cawein
I see an oak tree, its strong back
Could not be bent an inch though all
Its leaves were stone, or iron even:
A boy, with many a lusty call,
Rides on a bough bareback through Heaven.
"Children At Play" by William H Davies
In that far isle whence, iron-willed,
The New World's sires their bark unmoored,
The fairies' acorn-cups I filled
Upon the toadstool's silver board,
And, 'neath Herne's oak, for Shakespeare's sight,
Strewed moss and grass with diamonds bright.
"Ode Written For The Celebration Of The Cochituate Water Into The City Of Boston" by James Russell Lowell
One day when Kathy Arno and her son, Nathan, were driving past Morenci's Oak Grove Cemetery, she noticed the sorry condition of the wrought iron fence along the front of the property.
Garry Oak Gallery features painter MIKE O'CONNELL and wood and iron artist JOEL GRIFFITH for October.
Iron Barley 's hearty fare (overloaded "sammiches," schnitzel with spaetzle, oak-roasted pork) cries out for a delicious beer.
Ships of Oak, Guns of Iron: The War of 1812 and the Forging of the American Navy.
Under a magnificent red oak is a wrought-iron gazebo planted with wisteria.
The Chamber of Commerce will once again display veterans' pictures at the Oak Harbor Flat Iron Park from May 23-30.
I travel quite a bit, and if you've ever watched the way the baggage handlers deal with your luggage, you'll understand why I built an oak box banded in iron to carry my woodworking tools.