Chapter I · Chapter 1

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

lasting a long time

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

higher than, or over, something

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

from one side of something to the other

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

later than; following

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

anew

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

touching and pressing; in opposition to

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a mixture of gases (especially oxygen) required for breathing; the stuff that the wind consists of

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

possessing life

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

(quantifier) used with either mass or count nouns to indicate the whole number or amount of or every one of a class

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

possessive form of “arena” — a particular environment or walk of life

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

weapons considered collectively

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

at the same time that; because; in the way that

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

on or to one side

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

a canopy made of canvas to shelter people or things from rain or sun

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “banquet” — a ceremonial dinner party for many people

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

providing no shelter or sustenance

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

used with a past participle to form the passive, or with -ing for continuous tenses

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “beast” — a living organism characterized by voluntary movement

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

at or to a lower level than something

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

next to; at the side of

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

the supreme effort one can make

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

(of a surface) not written or printed on

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

shining intensely

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

offering little or no hope

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

The red fluid that circulates in the heart and blood vessels.

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

inflected form of “bear” — have

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

an alloy of copper and zinc

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

showing who or what does the action

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

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From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

plural of “cheek” — either side of the face below the eyes

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

ellipse in which the two axes are of equal length; a plane curve generated by one point moving at a constant distance from a fixed point

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a travelling company of entertainers; including trained animals

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a loud resonant repeating noise

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

A violent confrontation or disagreement between opposing forces or factions.

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “client” — a person who seeks the advice of a lawyer

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

at or within a short distance in space or time or having elements near each other

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

neither warm nor very cold; giving relief from heat

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

of textiles; having parallel raised lines

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

cause to herd, drive, or crowd together

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

third-person singular of “describe” — give a description of

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

lacking in liveliness or animation

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the cardinal compass point that is at 90 degrees

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

opinion or judgment

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the front of the human head from the forehead to the chin and ear to ear

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

come upon, as if by accident; meet with

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

start firing a weapon

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the motion made by flapping up and down

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a short vivid experience

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

having a surface without slope, tilt in which no part is higher or lower than another

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

borne up by or suspended in a liquid

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the period of greatest prosperity or productivity

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

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From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a person you know well and regard with affection and trust

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

plural of “friend” — a person you know well and regard with affection and trust

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

-ing form of “gallop” — ride at a galloping pace

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “game” — a contest with rules to determine a winner

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

relatively large in size or number or extent; larger than others of its kind

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

(usually plural) an acknowledgment or expression of good will (especially on meeting)

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

of an achromatic color of any lightness intermediate between the extremes of white and black

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

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From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a covering for the body (or parts of it) consisting of a dense growth of threadlike structures (as on the human head); helps to prevent heat loss

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

evoking or deserving hatred

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “head” — the upper part of the human body or the front part of the body in animals; contains the face and brains

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

an upward movement (especially a rhythmical rising and falling)

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “helmet” — armor plate that protects the head

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the edge of a piece of cloth; especially the finished edge that has been doubled under and stitched down

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

in or at this place; where the speaker or writer is

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

used when the man or boy doing the action is also its object

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

belonging to a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

plural of “horse” — solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped domesticated since prehistoric times

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

ten 10s

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

become quiet or still; fall silent

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

moving to the inside of something

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

capital and largest city of the modern state of Israel (although its status as capital is disputed)

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

the largest planet and the 5th from the sun; has many satellites and is one of the brightest objects in the night sky

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

a characteristic state or mode of living

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “lip” — either of two fleshy folds of tissue that surround the mouth and play a role in speaking

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

be an inhabitant of or reside in

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

primarily temporal sense; being or indicating a relatively great or greater than average duration or passage of time or a duration as specified

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

third-person singular of “long” — desire strongly or persistently

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “look” — the feelings expressed on a person's face

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

characterized by or producing sound of great volume or intensity

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

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From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

a hard crystalline metamorphic rock that takes a high polish; used for sculpture and as building material

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

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From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

the force of workers available

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the one or ones belonging to the person speaking

From this reading That is, 'tis _his_ Rome--'tis not yours and mine.

(comparative of “much” used with mass nouns) a quantifier meaning greater in size or amount or extent or degree

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “muscle” — one of the contractile organs of the body

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

belonging to the person speaking

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

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From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading That is, 'tis _his_ Rome--'tis not yours and mine.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

above your head; in the sky

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

(used in the plural) underpants worn by women

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

A large hole in the ground, or an abyss of darkness and peril.

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a point located with respect to surface features of some region

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

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From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “present” — the period of time that is happening now; any continuous stretch of time including the moment of speech

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

a shaky motion

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

to give an account or representation of in words

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

-ing form of “respond” — show a response or a reaction to something

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a deep prolonged loud noise

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “robe” — any loose flowing garment

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

capital and largest city of Italy; on the Tiber; seat of the Roman Catholic Church; formerly the capital of the Roman Republic and the Roman Empire

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

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From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

semisolid preparation (usually containing a medicine) applied externally as a remedy or for soothing an irritation

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

a loose material consisting of grains of rock or coral

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

past form of “sate” — fill to satisfaction

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

cut with a saw

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

plural of “say” — the chance to speak

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

so extremely intense as to evoke screams

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a division of an ocean or a large body of salt water partially enclosed by land

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

third-person singular of “seem” — give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

third-person singular of “send” — cause to go somewhere

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

put into a certain place or abstract location

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

(of something seen or heard) clearly defined

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a place within a region identified relative to a center or reference location

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

and nothing more

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

plural of “slave” — a person who is owned by someone

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

(histology) the use of a dye to color specimens for microscopic study

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

be standing; be upright

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “stand” — a support or foundation

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

excited by sudden surprise or alarm and making a quick involuntary movement

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

an alloy of iron with small amounts of carbon; widely used in construction; mechanical properties can be varied over a wide range

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

lacking natural ease

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

exuding a bodily fluid in profuse amounts

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “street” — a thoroughfare (usually including sidewalks) that is lined with buildings

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

happening without warning or in a short space of time

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

lighted by sunlight

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

characteristic of false pride; having an exaggerated sense of self-importance

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “sword” — a cutting or thrusting weapon that has a long metal blade and a hilt with a hand guard

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

used to introduce the second part of a comparison

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

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From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

the plural of “this”: the people or things near, or just mentioned

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

used for a person or thing that is near, or that has just been mentioned

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

the swift release of a store of affective force

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

feeling intense pleasurable excitement

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

move rhythmically

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

(used to introduce a logical conclusion) from that fact or reason or as a result

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

plural of “ti” — a light strong grey lustrous corrosion-resistant metallic element used in strong lightweight alloys (as for airplane parts); the main sources are rutile and ilmenite

From this reading That is, 'tis _his_ Rome--'tis not yours and mine.

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading Marcus, abiding in Jerusalem, Greeting to Caius, his best friend in Rome!

plural of “train” — public transport provided by a line of railway cars coupled together and drawn by a locomotive

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

change location; move, travel, or proceed, also metaphorically

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

pitcher plant of southeastern United States having erect yellow trumpet-shaped pitchers with wide mouths and erect lids

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a state of commotion and noise and confusion

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

of worldwide scope or applicability

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a formal word for “on”

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

unusually great in size or amount or degree or especially extent or scope

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “vein” — a blood vessel that carries blood from the capillaries toward the heart

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

plural of “villa” — Mexican revolutionary leader (1877-1923)

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

exhausted

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

turn in a twisting or spinning motion

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

which person or people

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

marked by extreme lack of restraint or control

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

United States writer and dramatist (1897-1975)

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

used to talk about the future, or about willingness

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

in the company of; together with

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

(comparative of “bad”) inferior to another in quality or condition or desirability

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

a loud utterance; often in protest or opposition

From this reading He pants to stand In its vast circus all alive with heads And quivering arms and floating robes--the air Thrilled by the roaring _fremitus_ of men-- The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins And flapping out its hem with loud report-- The wild beasts roaring from the pit below-- The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks-- A hundred trumpets screaming--the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand-- The clang of sabbards, the sharp clash of steel-- Live swords, that whirl a circle of grey fire-- Brass helmets flashing 'neath their streaming hair-- A universal tumult--then a hush Worse than the tumult--all eyes staining down To the arena's pit--all lips set close-- All muscles strained--and then that sudden yell, _Habet!_--That's Rome, says Lucius! so it is!

but in spite of that

From this reading And yet, great Jupiter here at my side, He stands with face aside as if he saw The games he thus describes, and says, "That's life!

the person or people being spoken to

From this reading _Salve!_ these presents will be borne to you By Lucius, who is wearied with this place, Sated with travel, looks upon the East As simply hateful--blazing, barren, bleak, And longs again to find himself in Rome, After the tumult of its streets, its trains Of slaves and clients, and its villas cool With marble porticoes beside the sea, And friends and banquets--more than all, its games-- This life seems blank and flat.

the one or ones belonging to the person spoken to

From this reading That is, 'tis _his_ Rome--'tis not yours and mine.