Strong dark beer brewed in the fall and aged through the winter for spring consumption

Usage examples of bock.

I ordered a Bock and a Klares chaser, which is a shot of the clear, colourless potato-based alcohol I have a taste for, and I drank these fairly quickly and ordered the same again.

Not only that but this same Kasper Tillessen paid Bock a visit on behalf of the Union of Ex-Convicts.

Weiser and the other man bent down and lifted Bock from where he lay in the doorway.

Paul Pfarr, Von Greis, Bock, Mutschmann, Red Dieter Helfferich and Hermann Six, I had a length of something strong enough to put my weight on.

September 5, 1939, General Haider had a talk with General von Brauchitsch, the Commander in Chief of the German Army, and General von Bock, who led Army Group North.

Army High Command, led by Brauchitsch and Haider and supported by Bock, whose central army group was moving up the main highway to Moscow, and by Guderian, whose panzer forces were leading it, insisted on an all-out drive for the Soviet capital.

Hitler gave in to the urging of Brauchitsch, Haider and Bock and consented to the resumption of the drive on Moscow.

Army that summer was in the headquarters of Field Marshal von Bock, whose Army Group Center was driving on Moscow.

Field Marshal von Brauchitsch, the Commander in Chief of the Army, and Field Marshals von Rundstedt and von Bock, who led the southern and central army groups, respectively, and General Guderian, the genius of the panzer corps.

All day spent with books has a rather exhausting effect on the mind, and he used to enjoy the fresh air sweeping up the dark Brooklyn streets, meditating some thought that had sprung from his reading, while Bock sniffed and padded along in the manner of an elderly dog at night.

Titania, when she saw the remodelled packing-case that served Bock as a retreat.

Roger knocked out his pipe, turned Bock out of his chair, and sat down with infinite relish to read the memorable character sketch of Christopher, the head waiter, which is dear to every lover of taverns.

The cellar of the Haunted Bookshop was, to Bock, a fascinating place, illuminated by a warm glow from the furnace, and piled high with split packing-cases which Roger used as kindling.

As Becky propped the front door wide, opened window transoms, and set about buffeting dust and tobacco smoke, Roger would take the milk and rolls back to the kitchen and give Bock a morning greeting.

He felt sure Bock would not let any German in at night without raising the roof.