Chapter II

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the state of being absent

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

engaged in or accustomed to close observation

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

Having no one else present.

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the form of “be” used with “I”

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

any thing at all

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

at or in or to any place

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

plural of “argument” — a fact or assertion offered as evidence that something is true

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

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From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

earlier than; in front of

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the supreme effort one can make

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

(comparative of “good”) superior to another (of the same class or set or kind) in excellence or quality or desirability or suitability; more highly skilled than another

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

darkened by smoke

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

inflected form of “blow” — exhale hard

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

exhale hard

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

past form of “borrow” — get temporarily

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

exercising caution or showing care or attention

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

plural of “carry” — the act of carrying something

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

a creation of the highest excellence

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

having a low or inadequate temperature or feeling a sensation of coldness or having been made cold by e.g. ice or refrigeration

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

belonging to or participated in by a community as a whole; public

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the past of “can”; used for possibility or polite requests

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

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From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

(of hair) making curls or having been made to curl

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

absence of light or illumination

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

affected or marked by low spirits

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

declare untrue; contradict

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the past form of “do”, used in questions and negatives

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

having finished or arrived at completion

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the outstanding poet and dramatist of the Restoration (1631-1700)

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

at or near the beginning of a period of time or course of events or before the usual or expected time

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

lying toward or situated in the east

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a phenomenon that follows and is caused by some previous phenomenon

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

divisible by two

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

at any time

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

extremely

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

a piece of information about circumstances that exist or events that have occurred

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the fleshy part of the human body that you sit on

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

to a considerable degree; very much

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

100 fen equal 1 yuan in China

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

(usually followed by “with” or used as a combining form) generously supplied with

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

come upon, as if by accident; meet with

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

superlative of “fine” — being satisfactory or in satisfactory condition

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

plural of “flight” — a formation of aircraft in flight

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a strong wind moving 45-90 knots; force 7 to 10 on Beaufort scale

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a group of persons together in one place

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

bright and pleasant; promoting a feeling of cheer

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

plural of “glory” — a state of high honor

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

having desirable or positive qualities especially those suitable for a thing specified

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

plural of “grime” — the state of being covered with unclean things

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

pass into a condition gradually, take on a specific property or attribute; become

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the past form of “have”, used to form the past perfect

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

praise vociferously

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

consisting of one of two equivalent parts in value or quantity

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

only a very short time before

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

in a harsh or unkind manner

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the yield from plants in a single growing season

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

inflected form of “hide” — prevent from being seen or discovered

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the male already mentioned, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

any of several mostly spotted fishes that resemble groupers

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

inflected form of “hang” — be suspended or hanging

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

plural of “hut” — temporary military shelter

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

without bounds

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the amount of energy transmitted (as by acoustic or electromagnetic radiation)

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

tiresomely long; seemingly without end

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

moving to the inside of something

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

having or showing a tender and considerate and helpful nature; used especially of persons and their behavior

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

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From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

lacking spirit or liveliness

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a unit of length of thread or yarn

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

location near or direction toward the left side; i.e. the side to the north when a person or object faces east

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

of comparatively little physical weight or density

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

similarity in appearance or character or nature between persons or things

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

lacking zest or vivacity

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

perceive with attention; direct one's gaze towards

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

past form of “look” — perceive with attention; direct one's gaze towards

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a strong positive emotion of regard and affection

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

less than normal in degree or intensity or amount

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the act that results in something coming to be

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

a quantifier that can be used with count nouns and is often preceded by “as” or “too” or “so” or “that”; amounting to a large but indefinite number

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

used to say something is possible, or to give permission

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the message that is intended or expressed or signified

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the force of workers available

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

inflected form of “meet” — come together

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

The element of a person that enables awareness and thought.

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

become covered with mist

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

to a great degree or extent

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

an artistic form of auditory communication incorporating instrumental or vocal tones in a structured and continuous manner

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

the essential qualities or characteristics by which something is recognized

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

near in time or place or relationship

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

(of actions or states) slightly short of or not quite accomplished; all but

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

characterized by neglect and undue lack of concern

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading It is good: it is extraordinarily good: it could not be better of its kind.

in the historical present; at this point in the narration of a series of past events

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

throughout a period of time

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

many times at short intervals

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

(used especially of persons) having lived for a relatively long time or attained a specific age

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

forward in time or order or degree

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

a large spotted feline of tropical America similar to the leopard; in some classifications considered a member of the genus Felis

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

plural of “passage” — the act of passing from one state or place to the next

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

a time interval during which there is a temporary cessation of something

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

disciple of Jesus and leader of the Apostles; regarded by Catholics as the vicar of Christ on earth and first Pope

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

of or relating to poetry

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

literature in metrical form

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

past form of “ponder” — reflect deeply on a subject

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

ordinary writing as distinguished from verse

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

to a degree (not used with a negative)

From this reading It is as nearly poetry as anything that Crabbe ever did--but is it quite?

a loud bombastic declamation expressed with strong emotion

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

past form of “rear” — stand up on the hind legs, of quadrupeds

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a rational motive for a belief or action

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

recurring with measured regularity

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

precisely, exactly

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

any of many shrubs of the genus Rosa that bear roses

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

having or caused by an irregular surface

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

experiencing or showing sorrow or unhappiness

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

emotions experienced when not in a state of well-being

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

being the one previously mentioned or spoken of

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

cut with a saw

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

primarily temporal sense; indicating or being or seeming to be limited in duration

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

unhealthy looking

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

heave or utter a sigh; breathe deeply and heavily

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the atmosphere and outer space as viewed from the earth

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

change one's facial expression by spreading the lips, often to signal pleasure

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

unique or specific to a person or thing or category

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

Maintained an upright posture.

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a message that tells the particulars of an act or occurrence or course of events; presented in writing or drama or cinema or as a radio or television program

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

a natural body of running water flowing on or under the earth

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

past form of “survey” — consider in a comprehensive way

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

plural of “swallow” — a small amount of liquid food

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

used to introduce the second part of a comparison

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

in or at that place or location

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the people, animals, or things already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

neckwear consisting of a long narrow piece of material worn (mostly by men) under a collar and tied in knot at the front

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

inflected form of “take” — carry out

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

-ing form of “transport” — move something or somebody around; usually over long distances

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

consistent with fact or reality; not false

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

in accordance with truth or fact or reality

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

not common or ordinarily encountered; unusually great in amount or remarkable in character or kind

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

a quiet or hushed tone of voice

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

a formal word for “on”

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

occurring or encountered or experienced or observed frequently or in accordance with regular practice or procedure

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

a long depression in the surface of the land that usually contains a river

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

communicated in the form of words

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

binary compound that occurs at room temperature as a clear colorless odorless tasteless liquid; freezes into ice below 0 degrees centigrade and boils above 100 degrees centigrade; widely used as a solvent

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

(often used as a combining form) in a good or proper or satisfactory manner or to a high standard (“good” is a nonstandard dialectal variant for “well”)

From this reading If it is (and I am not careful to deny it) the reason, as it seems to me, is that the verbal and rhythmical music here, with its special effect of "transporting" of "making the common as if it were uncommon," is infinitely better than is usual with Crabbe, that in fact there is music as well as meaning.

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

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

at the time that

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

in or at the place that

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

during the time that

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

which person or people

From this reading Hardly anywhere else, not even in the best passages of the story of Peter Grimes, shall we find such music; and in its absence it may be said of Crabbe much more truly than of Dryden (who carries the true if not the finest poetical undertone with him even into the rant of Almanzor and Maximin, into the interminable arguments of "Religio Laici" and "The Hind and the Panther") that he is a classic of our prose.

air moving (sometimes with considerable force) from an area of high pressure to an area of low pressure

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

in the company of; together with

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

the hard fibrous lignified substance under the bark of trees

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

(used of living things especially persons) in an early period of life or development or growth

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.

a young person (especially a young man or boy)

From this reading Early he rose, and looked with many a sigh On the red light that filled the eastern sky; Oft had he stood before, alert and gay, To hail the glories of the new-born day; But now dejected, languid, listless, low, He saw the wind upon the water blow, And the cold stream curled onward as the gale From the pine-hill blew harshly down the vale; On the right side the youth a wood surveyed, With all its dark intensity of shade; Where the rough wind alone was heard to move In this, the pause of nature and of love When now the young are reared, and when the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold: Far to the left he saw the huts of men, Half hid in mist that hung upon the fen: Before him swallows gathering for the sea, Took their short flights and twittered o'er the lea; And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest done, And slowly blackened in the sickly sun; All these were sad in nature, or they took Sadness from him, the likeness of his look And of his mind--he pondered for a while, Then met his Fanny with a borrowed smile.