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comb·er

 (kō′mər)
n.
1. One, such as a machine or a worker, that combs something, such as wool.
2. A long wave that has reached its peak or broken into foam; a breaker.

comber

(ˈkəʊmə)
n
1. (Textiles) a person, tool, or machine that combs wool, flax, etc
2. (Physical Geography) a long curling wave; roller

comb•er

(ˈkoʊ mər)

n.
1. a person or thing that combs.
2. a long curling ocean wave.
[1640–50]

comber

, breaker, roller - A long curving wave is a comber, a wave that curls over and dissolves into foam is a breaker, and a long wave moving steadily shoreward is a roller.
See also related terms for wave.
ThesaurusAntonymsRelated WordsSynonymsLegend:
Noun1.comber - a person who separates and straightens the fibers of cotton or wool
worker - a person who works at a specific occupation; "he is a good worker"
2.comber - a long curling sea wave
moving ridge, wave - one of a series of ridges that moves across the surface of a liquid (especially across a large body of water)
3.comber - a machine that separates and straightens the fibers of cotton or wool
machine - any mechanical or electrical device that transmits or modifies energy to perform or assist in the performance of human tasks
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The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Then you can imagine the times that he had with his companions, ducking under the rollers; or coming in on top of a comber and landing with a swash and a splutter as the big wave went whirling far up the beach; or standing up on his tail and scratching his head as the old people did; or playing "I'm the King of the Castle" on slippery, weedy rocks that just stuck out of the wash.
The solemn thundering combers caught her up from astern, passed her with a fierce boiling up of foam level with the bulwarks, swept on ahead with a swish and a roar: and the little vessel, dipping her jib-boom into the tumbling froth, would go on running in a smooth, glassy hollow, a deep valley between two ridges of the sea, hiding the horizon ahead and astern.
from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death!
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?