"Rock-ribbed" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... position it seemed that they could toss a pebble into Lost Creek, which wound through the valley below, meandered for miles amid the ranges, tunneling an unknown channel beneath the rock-ribbed mountains, ...
— Frank Merriwell Down South • Burt L. Standish
... providence it was to found A Nation's bulwark on this chosen ground; Not Jesuit's zeal nor pioneer's unrest Planted these pickets in the distant West, But He who first the Nation's fate forecast Placed here His fountains sealed for ages past, Rock-ribbed and guarded till the coming time Should fit the people for their work sublime; When a new Moses with his rod of steel Smote the tall cliffs with one wide-ringing peal, And the old miracle in record told To the new ...
— Complete Poetical Works of Bret Harte • Bret Harte
... "The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks ...
— The Story Hour • Nora A. Smith and Kate Douglas Wiggin
... unfavorable can not prevent the unfolding of your powers. From among the rock-ribbed hills of New Hampshire sprang the greatest of American orators and statesmen, Daniel Webster. From the crowded ranks of toil, and homes to which luxury is a stranger, have often come the leaders and benefactors of ...
— Pushing to the Front • Orison Swett Marden
... not know me. They are unconscious, unmerciful, and unmoral. They are the cyclones and tornadoes, lightning flashes and cloud-bursts, tide-rips and tidal waves, undertows and waterspouts, great whirls and sucks and eddies, earthquakes and volcanoes, surfs that thunder on rock-ribbed coasts and seas that leap aboard the largest crafts that float, crushing humans to pulp or licking them off into the sea and to death—and these insensate monsters do not know that tiny sensitive creature, all nerves and weaknesses, whom men call Jack London, and who himself thinks ...
— The Cruise of the Snark • Jack London
... that love which brooded tireless over their tender [5] years? for all that love that hath fed them with Truth,— even the bread that cometh down from heaven,—as the mother-bird tendeth her young in the rock-ribbed nest of the raven's ...
— Miscellaneous Writings, 1883-1896 • Mary Baker Eddy |
