What is "resurge"

Usage examples of "resurge".

Even as he invoked the calm to engage the expanded vision of mage-sight, he invited the chance that his mad bent toward prescience might resurge and rule him instead.

When Authority resurges once more against the forces of Rationalism and Economics, it proceeds at once to show that the complex of transcendental ideals with which Liberalism equipped itself is as valid as the Legitimism of the era of Absolute Monarchy, and no more.

Around him, stone and tree and iced snowdrift, the greater web of creation resurged to the spark of his human invention.

His impatient spate of orders faded and resurged, as some busy horseboy gathered slack reins and led off his lathered mount.

Preference resurged, the valued part of himself that anchored his love for Elaira.

Troughs of briny water filled the lowest spots on the floor, but they had hours to explore before the tide resurged through this opening to fill it dangerously.

His impatient spate of orders faded and resurged, as some busy horseboy gathered slack reins and led off his lathered mount.

However, politeness required that they invite Brob to come along, and when they were at the house, Alex's fears resurged and he demanded an account of the latest developments.

The ache in his head resurged, bringing a momentary fuzzing of his vision.

All the joy of boyhood resurged through his veins, and he danced in a wild abandonment of bliss.

For with the touch of clinging hands and the throbbing bosom he grew conscious of an inward storm – the tingling of new chords of thought, strange music of unheard, joyous bells sad dreams dawning to wakeful delight, dissolving doubt, resurging hope, force, fire, and freedom, unutterable sweetness of desire.

The fire that had blistered him and the cold which had frozen him now united in one torturing possession of his mind and heart, and like a fiery steed with ice-shod feet, ranged his being, ran rioting through his blood, trampling the resurging good, dragging ever at the evil.

She crept away into the corner behind the curtain, and there on her couch in the semidarkness she lay with strained heart, and a resurging, unconquerable tumult in her mind.

Then with all the flood of her emotion surging and resurging she knelt to allay the parching thirst of this dying enemy whose words had changed frailty to strength, hate to love, and, the gloomy hell of despair to something unutterable.