Chapter V · Chapter 5

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

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

(Old Testament) in Judeo-Christian mythology; the first man and the husband of Eve and the progenitor of the human race

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

moving forward

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the lofty nest of a bird of prey (such as a hawk or eagle)

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

(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 O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Having no one else present.

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

in addition

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the form of “be” used with “I”

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a mixture of nectar and pollen prepared by worker bees and fed to larvae

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

in a state of sleep

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

past form of “attract” — direct toward itself or oneself by means of some psychological power or physical attributes

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

not in a state of sleep; completely conscious

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the qualities that give pleasure to the senses

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

any of numerous hairy-bodied insects including social and solitary species

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

inflected form of “behold” — see with attention

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

see with attention

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

next to; at the side of

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the supreme effort one can make

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

warm-blooded egg-laying vertebrates characterized by feathers and forelimbs modified as wings

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “bird” — warm-blooded egg-laying vertebrates characterized by feathers and forelimbs modified as wings

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

lacking taste or flavor or tang

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the organic process of bearing flowers

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

plural of “blow” — a powerful stroke with the fist or a weapon

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

any of the larger branches of a tree

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

third-person singular of “breathe” — draw air into, and expel out of, the lungs

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

inflected form of “breed” — call forth

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

inflected form of “bring” — take something or somebody with oneself somewhere

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “call” — a telephone connection

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

either side of the face below the eyes

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

large lemonlike fruit with thick aromatic rind; usually preserved

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a distinguishing emblem

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

neither warm nor very cold; giving relief from heat

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

diffusing warmth and friendliness

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

third-person singular of “deign” — do something that one considers to be below one's dignity

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

give pleasure to or be pleasing to

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the feeling that accompanies an unsatisfied state

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the process of decomposing organic matter (as in sewage) by bacteria or by chemical action or heat

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

(often used in combination) having a specified direction

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “drop” — a shape that is spherical and small

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

the sense organ for hearing and equilibrium

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the 3rd planet from the sun; the planet we live on

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

move gently or carefully

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

lying toward or situated in the east

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

(Old Testament) Adam's wife in Judeo-Christian mythology: the first woman and mother of the human race; God created Eve from Adam's rib and placed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

at any time

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

all the members of a group, with none left out

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

-ing form of “extract” — remove, usually with some force or effort; also used in an abstract sense

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

the organ of sight

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

opinion or judgment

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

free from favoritism or self-interest or bias or deception; conforming with established standards or rules

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

comparative of “fair” — free from favoritism or self-interest or bias or deception; conforming with established standards or rules

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

superlative of “fair” — free from favoritism or self-interest or bias or deception; conforming with established standards or rules

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

strike out (a batter), (of a pitcher)

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

a piece of land cleared of trees and usually enclosed

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

come upon, as if by accident; meet with

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

all the plant life in a particular region or period

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

from a particular thing or place or position (“forth” is obsolete)

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

set up or found

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

recently made, produced, or harvested

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the ripened reproductive body of a seed plant

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

containing as much or as many as is possible or normal

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

-ing form of “fume” — be mad, angry, or furious

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

a long fixed look

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

soft and mild; not harsh or stern or severe

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

something acquired without compensation

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

showing or causing joy and pleasure; especially made happy

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

highly enthusiastic

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; the object of worship in monotheistic religions

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

plural of “grace” — (Christian theology) a state of sanctification by God; the state of one who is under such divine influence

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a small growth of trees without underbrush

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

belonging to a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

inflected form of “hang” — be suspended or hanging

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

past form of “interdict” — destroy by firepower, such as an enemy's line of communication

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the emotion of great happiness

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

inflected form of “know” — be cognizant or aware of a fact or a specific piece of information; possess knowledge or information about

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the psychological result of perception and learning and reasoning

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

immediately past

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

up to the immediate present; most recent or most up-to-date

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

departing or being caused to depart from the true vertical or horizontal

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

plural of “leaf” — the main organ of photosynthesis and transpiration in higher plants

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

of comparatively little physical weight or density

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

without good reason

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

prefer or wish to do something

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

existing as or having characteristics of a liquid; especially tending to flow

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

weight to be borne or conveyed

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

plural of “lock” — a fastener fitted to a door or drawer to keep it firmly closed

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

fail to keep or to maintain; cease to have, either physically or in an abstract sense

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

a strong positive emotion of regard and affection

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an adult person who is male (as opposed to a woman)

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

attach a tag or label to

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

The element of a person that enables awareness and thought.

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the one or ones belonging to the person speaking

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the natural satellite of the Earth

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the time period between dawn and noon

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the time period between dawn and noon

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

to a great degree or extent

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

belonging to the person speaking

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

the essential qualities or characteristics by which something is recognized

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

plural of “nature” — the essential qualities or characteristics by which something is recognized

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

not ever; at no time in the past or future

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

not of long duration; having just (or relatively recently) come into being or been made or acquired or discovered

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

immediately following in time or order

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

not one, and not any

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

and not; used after a negative to add a second negative

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a nonmetallic bivalent element that is normally a colorless odorless tasteless nonflammable diatomic gas; constitutes 21 percent of the atmosphere by volume; the most abundant element in the earth's crust

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

from a particular thing or place or position (“forth” is obsolete)

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

many times at short intervals

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

and nothing more

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

be oriented

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

above and across; more than

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

plural of “paint” — a substance used as a coating to protect or decorate a surface (especially a mixture of pigment suspended in a liquid); dries to form a hard coating

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

beyond or deviating from the usual or expected

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the state of being without a flaw or defect

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

put or set (seeds, seedlings, or plants) into the ground

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

plural of “plant” — buildings for carrying on industrial labor

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

affording pleasure; being in harmony with your taste or likings

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

giving pleasure and satisfaction

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

first in rank or degree

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

free of extraneous elements of any kind

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

tall woody perennial grasses with hollow slender stems especially of the genera Arundo and Phragmites

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

(usually preceded by “in”) a detail or point

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

put or confide something in a person or thing

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

not move; be in a resting position

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

any of many shrubs of the genus Rosa that bear roses

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

being the one previously mentioned or spoken of

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

except for; apart from

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

perceive by sight or have the power to perceive by sight

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

inflected form of “see” — perceive by sight or have the power to perceive by sight

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

plural of “set” — a group of things of the same kind that belong together and are so used

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

the act of firing a projectile

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

having or emitting a high-pitched and sharp tone or tones

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an instance of visual perception

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Complete absence of sound; a state of quietness and stillness.

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

marked by absence of sound

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

third-person singular of “sit” — be seated

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

a natural and periodic state of rest during which consciousness of the world is suspended

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

yielding readily to pressure or weight

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the underside of footwear or a golf club

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a short musical composition with words

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the particular auditory effect produced by a given cause

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

the season of growth

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

a flight of stairs or a flight of steps

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

not in physical motion

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Maintained an upright posture.

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

happening without warning or in a short space of time

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

having or denoting the characteristic taste of sugar

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

superlative of “sweet” — having or denoting the characteristic taste of sugar

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

To perceive flavor through the mouth.

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

past form of “tend” — have a tendency or disposition to do or be something; be inclined

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

the fifth day of the week; the fourth working day

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “you”, as the object, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “yours”

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

any movable possession (especially articles of clothing)

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the plural of “that”: the people or things further away, or already known

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

an old word for “you”, as the subject, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the content of cognition; the main thing you are thinking about

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “thought” — the content of cognition; the main thing you are thinking about

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

an old word for “your”, speaking to one person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

up to a particular time

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

an instance or single occasion for some event

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

arousing affect

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a tall perennial woody plant having a main trunk and branches forming a distinct elevated crown; includes both gymnosperms and angiosperms

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

plural of “tress” — a hairdo formed by braiding or twisting the hair

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a source of difficulty

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “tune” — a succession of notes forming a distinctive sequence

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the speaker and others, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

a state of depression

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the distinctive quality or pitch or condition of a person's speech

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

plural of “wake” — the consequences of an event (especially a catastrophic event)

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Risen from sleep; conscious.

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the act of traveling by foot

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

structure consisting of a sloping way down to the water from the place where ships are built or repaired

From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

used to ask for information about something

From this reading Awake My fairest, my espous’d, my latest found, Heav’ns last best gift, my ever new delight, Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove, What drops the Myrrhe, & what the balmie Reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet.

at the time that

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

in or at the place that

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

used to introduce two or more possibilities

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

used to introduce a clause giving more about a thing just mentioned

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

a light noise, like the noise of silk clothing or leaves blowing in the wind

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

the form of “who” used as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading Such whispering wak’d her, but with startl’d eye On _Adam_, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

belonging to which person

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

the cause or intention underlying an action or situation, especially in the phrase “the whys and wherefores”

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

in the company of; together with

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

the feeling aroused by something strange and surprising

From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.

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From this reading I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways That brought me on a sudden to the Tree Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seem’d, Much fairer to my Fancie then by day: And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood One shap’d & wing’d like one of those from Heav’n By us oft seen; his dewie locks distill’d Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gaz’d; And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d, Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despis’d?

an established custom

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

buildings for carrying on industrial labor

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

plural of “yield” — production of a certain amount

From this reading O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see Thy face, and Morn return’d, for I this Night, Such night till this I never pass’d, have dream’d, If dream’d, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pass’t, or morrows next designe, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksom night; methought Close at mine ear one call’d me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said, Why sleepst thou _Eve_? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor’d song; now reignes Full Orb’d the Moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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From this reading Now Morn her rosie steps in th’ Eastern Clime Advancing, sow’d the Earth with Orient Pearle, When _Adam_ wak’t, so customd, for his sleep Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred, And temperat vapors bland, which th’ only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, _Aurora’s_ fan, Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill Matin Song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwak’nd _Eve_ With Tresses discompos’d, and glowing Cheek, As through unquiet rest: he on his side Leaning half-rais’d, with looks of cordial Love Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beautie, which whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar Graces; then with voice Milde, as when _Zephyrus_ on _Flora_ breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus.