Literary notes about Scouring (AI summary)
Literary uses of "scouring" span a wide semantic spectrum, ranging from the literal act of cleaning to a metaphorical search for truth or meaning. In some works, it vividly characterizes vigorous, physical cleaning or washing actions, as when a character is seen scrubbing dishes or polishing metal ([1], [2], [3]). In other texts, the term takes on an expansive, almost heroic quality—describing journeys across untamed landscapes or thorough searches of an area, as illustrated by references to roaming moorlands and hills ([4], [5], [6]). Moreover, "scouring" can adopt a reflective dimension, evoking an inner examination or a relentless quest for integrity, lending depth to character introspection ([7]). Thus, across diverse contexts, the word enriches narratives by linking the tangible act of cleansing with the intangible pursuit of uncovering hidden truths.
- (2) If stained, use some scouring powder; wash and dry.
— from Ontario Teachers' Manuals: Household Management by Ontario. Department of Education - He kept the crew so busy cleaning decks and scouring "bright work," that sometimes they had no food for eight hours at a time.
— from Four American Naval Heroes
Paul Jones, Oliver H. Perry, Admiral Farragut, Admiral Dewey by Mabel Borton Beebe - He then sent for Dick, who at that time was scouring pots for the cook, and was quite dirty.
— from English Fairy Tales - Jamie Douglas It was in the days when Claverhouse Was scouring moor and glen, To change, with fire and bloody sword, The faith of Scottish men.
— from Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two by Various - After this repast, we had a fine run, scouring the whole country on our fleet horses, and came into town soon after sundown.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana - The Hussars scouted in front of the column, riding far ahead and scouring the country in search of lurking foes.
— from The Dash for Khartoum: A Tale of the Nile Expedition by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty - In that moment, his soul was looking into mine, searching it for integrity, scouring the very corners of it for the true reason of my question.
— from The City of Beautiful Nonsense by E. Temple (Ernest Temple) Thurston