1 In her misery she rocked herself upon the bed.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 2 Maiden No More: XIV 2 "I'll rock the cradle for 'ee, mother," said the daughter gently.'
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: III 3 After this invocation the rocking and the singing would recommence, and the "Spotted Cow" proceed as before.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: III 4 Tess, surprised beyond measure, slid farther back still on her seat, at which he urged the horse anew, and rocked her the more.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: VIII 5 which Mrs Durbeyfield had used to sing to her as a child, so blithely and so archly, her foot on the cradle, which she rocked to the tune.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 4 The Consequence: XXXII 6 Or perhaps the summer fog was more general, and the meadows lay like a white sea, out of which the scattered trees rose like dangerous rocks.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 3 The Rally: XX 7 As usual, Mrs Durbeyfield was balanced on one foot beside the tub, the other being engaged in the aforesaid business of rocking her youngest child.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: III 8 The white one with the rose comb had come and settled on the palings in front of the house, within a few yards of them, and his notes thrilled their ears through, dwindling away like echoes down a valley of rocks.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 4 The Consequence: XXXIII 9 Down, down, they sped, the wheels humming like a top, the dog-cart rocking right and left, its axis acquiring a slightly oblique set in relation to the line of progress; the figure of the horse rising and falling in undulations before them.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: VIII 10 The cold sunlight of this spring evening peered invidiously upon the crocks and kettles, upon the bunches of dried herbs shivering in the breeze, upon the brass handles of the dresser, upon the wicker-cradle they had all been rocked in, and upon the well-rubbed clock-case, all of which gave out the reproachful gleam of indoor articles abandoned to the vicissitudes of a roofless exposure for which they were never made.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 6 The Convert: LII