Chapter I · Chapter 1

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From this reading A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

later than; following

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the form of “a” used before a word that begins with a vowel sound

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the form of “be” used with you, we, they, or a plural noun

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

over or across in a slanting direction

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

(military) an offensive against an enemy (using weapons)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

in or to or toward a former location

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

an indentation of a shoreline larger than a cove but smaller than a gulf

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

for the reason that

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

Directly under; in or to a lower position than.

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

in the space, time, or range separating two things

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the flow of blood from a ruptured blood vessel

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

of the color intermediate between green and violet; having a color similar to that of a clear unclouded sky

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the rapid and continuous delivery of linguistic communication (spoken or written)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a written work or composition that has been published (printed on pages bound together)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

food made from dough of flour or meal and usually raised with yeast or baking powder and then baked

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

inflected form of “come” — move toward, travel toward something or somebody or approach something or somebody

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a young person of either sex

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “cliff” — a steep high face of rock

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a publisher's emblem printed in a book (usually on the title page)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

so great in size or force or extent as to elicit awe

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

neither warm nor very cold; giving relief from heat

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

cause to herd, drive, or crowd together

From this reading The Crowd Watches.

a fat-soluble vitamin that prevents rickets

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

(of fabrics and paper) grown dark in color over time

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the property created by the space between two objects or points

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “eyelid” — either of two folds of skin that can be moved to cover or open the eye

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

plural of “fire” — the event of something burning (often destructive)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the act of departing

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

green color or pigment; resembling the color of growing grass

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

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

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

-ing form of “guard” — to keep watch over

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

plural of “guard” — a person who keeps watch over something or someone

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a nonmetallic univalent element that is normally a colorless and odorless highly flammable diatomic gas; the simplest and lightest and most abundant element in the universe

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

solid-hoofed herbivorous quadruped domesticated since prehistoric times

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

a period of time assigned for work

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

the person speaking or writing, as the subject of the verb

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

not capable of movement or of being moved

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

defying expression or description

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

immediately past

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

Roman martyr; supposedly Lawrence was ordered by the police to give up the church's treasure and when he responded by presenting the poor people of Rome he was roasted to death on a gridiron (died in 258)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

darkened with overcast

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

prefer or wish to do something

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a formation of people or things one beside another

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the capital and largest city of England; located on the Thames in southeastern England; financial and industrial and cultural center

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

no longer in your possession or control; unable to be found or recovered

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

march in a procession

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the person speaking, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

become covered with mist

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the natural satellite of the Earth

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

not in physical motion

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the opening through which food is taken in and vocalizations emerge

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the spatial property resulting from a relatively small distance

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

the time after sunset and before sunrise while it is dark outside

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

longing for something past

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

possessive form of “oak” — the hard durable wood of any oak; used especially for furniture and flooring

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a lyric poem with complex stanza forms

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

To move from a closed position.

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

used of mouth or eyes

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a drama set to music; consists of singing with orchestral accompaniment and an orchestral overture and interludes

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a large area of land preserved in its natural state as public property

From this reading A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

a course of conduct

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

plural of “poem” — a composition written in metrical feet forming rhythmical lines

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the force of policemen and officers

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

feeling self-respect or pleasure in something by which you measure your self-worth; or being a reason for pride

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

water falling in drops from vapor condensed in the atmosphere

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

an area in which something acts or operates or has power or control: "the range of a supersonic jet"

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

red color or pigment; the chromatic color resembling the hue of blood

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

without strain or anxiety

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

plural of “rest” — something left after other parts have been taken away

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

a new appraisal or evaluation

From this reading A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

move upward

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

an open way (generally public) for travel or transportation

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a musical form that is often the last movement of a sonata

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a charge of ammunition for a single shot

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

an irrecoverable state of devastation and destruction

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the region of the shore of a lake or sea or ocean

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

relative darkness caused by light rays being intercepted by an opaque body

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

(plural) something that reminds you of someone or something

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

used with I and we for the future, or to offer and suggest

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “shine” — the quality of being bright and sending out rays of light

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

marked by absence of sound

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

third-person singular of “sit” — be seated

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

directed toward heaven or the sky

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

lie obliquely

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

without speed (“slow” is sometimes used informally for “slowly”)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a facial expression characterized by turning up the corners of the mouth; usually shows pleasure or amusement

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

showing scarcely suppressed anger

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

precipitation falling from clouds in the form of ice crystals

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “soldier” — an enlisted man or woman who serves in an army

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

a flight of stairs or a flight of steps

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

not in physical motion

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

successive (without a break)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the star that is the source of light and heat for the planets in the solar system

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

definitely or positively (“sure” is sometimes used informally for “surely”)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the feeling of being bored by something tedious

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

express in words

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the part of the leg between the hip and the knee

From this reading Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh, And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable tedium!

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

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

an urban area with a fixed boundary that is smaller than a city

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

create by training and teaching

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “tree” — a tall perennial woody plant having a main trunk and branches forming a distinct elevated crown; includes both gymnosperms and angiosperms

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

inflected form of “tread” — put down or press the foot, place the foot

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

past form of “tumble” — fall down, as if collapsing

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “turn” — a circular segment of a curve

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a formal word for “on”

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

directed up

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

a gradual decrease in magnitude or extent

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

plural of “watch” — a small portable timepiece

From this reading The Crowd Watches.

United States actress and singer (1896-1977)

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

at the time that

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

in or at the place that

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

in the company of; together with

From this reading WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and blue-tinted in the distance, Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey- green park Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of guards Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay- onets' slant rain.

the hard fibrous lignified substance under the bark of trees

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

the person or people being spoken to

From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!

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From this reading D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_ GUARDS Where the trees rise like cliffs LAST HOURS The cool of an oak's unchequered shade TOWN London AFTER THE OPERA Down the stone stairs GOING BACK The night turns slowly round ON THE MARCH We are out on the open road BOMBARDMENT The town has opened to the sun WINTER-LULL Because of the silent snow THE ATTACK When we came out of the wood OBSEQUIAL ODE Surely you've trodden straight SHADES Shall I tell you, then, how it is?-- BREAD UPON THE WATERS So you are lost to me RUINATION The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist RONDEAU The hours have tumbled their leaden sands TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN The sun shines WAR-BABY The child like mustard-seed NOSTALGIA The waning moon looks upward COLOPHON GUARDS!