used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
anew
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
aliveadjectiveUS /əˈlaɪv/
possessing life
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
(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 I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
aloftadverbUS /əˈlɔːft/
at or on or to the masthead or upper rigging of a ship
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
at all times; all the time and on every occasion
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
the form of “be” used with “I”
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
the form of “a” used before a word that begins with a vowel sound
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
apenounUS /eɪp/
any of various primates with short tails or no tail at all
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
at the same time that; because; in the way that
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
earlier than; in front of
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
behindprepositionUS /bɪˈhaɪnd/
at or toward the back of something
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
belowprepositionUS /bɪˈloʊ/
at or to a lower level than something
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
exhale hard
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
bootnounUS /buːt/
footwear that covers the whole foot and lower leg
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
brought into existence
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a (usually rectangular) container; may have a lid
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
buoyantadjectiveUS /ˈbɔɪənt/
tending to float on a liquid or rise in air or gas
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
to be able to, or to be allowed to
From this reading I can jump inside.
chaisenounUS /ʃeɪz/
a long chair; for reclining
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a young person of either sex
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
coachman's
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From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
move toward, travel toward something or somebody or approach something or somebody
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
disturbverbUS /dɪˈstɜːrb/
move deeply
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
operate or control a vehicle
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
having the power of driving or impelling
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
lacking in liveliness or animation
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
remove the dust from
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
at any time
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
everydeterminerUS /ˈevəri/
all the members of a group, with none left out
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
fainadjectiveUS /feɪn/
having made preparations
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
inflected form of “fling” — throw with force or recklessness
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
intended to be given to, or used by, somebody
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a long fixed look
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
goeth
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From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
hailverbUS /heɪl/
praise vociferously
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
detected or perceived by the sense of hearing
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
a period of time equal to 1/24th of a day
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
how
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From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
the person speaking or writing, as the subject of the verb
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
I'm
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From this reading I’m on the Mail, I’m on the Mail!
on condition that; in the event that
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
inside something, or within a place, period, or state
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
relating to or being on the side closer to the center or within a defined space
From this reading I can jump inside.
a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
jobled
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From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
move forward by leaps and bounds
From this reading I can jump inside.
past form of “jump” — move forward by leaps and bounds
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
knocksnounUS /nɑːks/
plural of “knock” — the sound of knocking (as on a door or in an engine or bearing)
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
leadersnounUS /ˈliːdərz/
the body of people who lead a group
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a characteristic state or mode of living
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
prefer or wish to do something
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
not compact or dense in structure or arrangement
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a strong positive emotion of regard and affection
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
MailnounUS /meɪl/
the bags of letters and packages that are transported by the postal service
From this reading I’m on the Mail, I’m on the Mail!
a vaguely specified concern
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
mornnounUS /mɔːrn/
the time period between dawn and noon
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
belonging to the person speaking
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
characteristic of or existing by virtue of geographic origin
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
not ever; at no time in the past or future
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
noisyadjectiveUS /ˈnɔɪzi/
full of or characterized by loud and nonmusical sounds
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
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 I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
touching and supported by a surface
From this reading I’m on the Mail, I’m on the Mail!
used to join alternatives or possibilities
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
not allowed to continue to bat or run
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
outcrynounUS /ˈaʊtkraɪ/
a loud utterance; often in protest or opposition
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
pantingnounUS /ˈpæntɪŋ/
breathing heavily (as after exertion)
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a point located with respect to surface features of some region
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
affix in a public place or for public notice
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
rattlesnounUS /ˈrætəlz/
plural of “rattle” — a rapid series of short loud sounds (as might be heard with a stethoscope in some types of respiratory disorders)
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
red color or pigment; the chromatic color resembling the hue of blood
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
sit and travel on the back of animal, usually while controlling its motions
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
an open way (generally public) for travel or transportation
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
roadsnounUS /roʊdz/
a partly sheltered anchorage
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
plural of “rock” — a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
having or caused by an irregular surface
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
RoyaladjectiveUS /ˈrɔɪəl/
of or relating to or indicative of or issued or performed by a king or queen or other monarch
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
traverse or travel on (a body of water)
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
used to say what is right, expected, or advisable
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
sign-board
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From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
sitsverbUS /sɪts/
third-person singular of “sit” — be seated
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
behave violently, as if in state of a great anger
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
successive (without a break)
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
strikesnounUS /straɪks/
plural of “strike” — a group's refusal to work in protest against low pay or bad work conditions
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
of the kind already mentioned
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
inflected form of “swing” — move in a curve or arc, usually with the intent of hitting
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
plural of “tell” — a Swiss patriot who lived in the early 14th century and who was renowned for his skill as an archer
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind
From this reading I’m on the Mail, I’m on the Mail!
the people, animals, or things already mentioned, as the subject
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
the upper part of anything
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
urgeverbUS /ɜːrdʒ/
force or impel in an indicated direction
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
wasauxiliary verbUS /wɑːz/
the past form of “be” used with I, he, she, it, or a singular noun
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
welcomedverbUS /ˈwelkəmd/
past form of “welcome” — accept gladly
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
wereauxiliary verbUS /wɜːr/
the past form of “be” used with you, we, they, or a plural noun
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
used to ask for information about something
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
wheelersnounUS /ˈwiːlərz/
plural of “wheeler” — Scottish archaeologist (1890-1976)
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
at the time that
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
in or at the place that
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
WhileconjunctionUS /waɪl/
during the time that
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
whistledverbUS /ˈwɪsəld/
past form of “whistle” — make whistling sounds
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
the cause or intention underlying an action or situation, especially in the phrase “the whys and wherefores”
From this reading I love, O! how I love to drive, To urge the wheelers all alive, While every loose stone strikes the box, Or rattles aloft and the boot top knocks, And tells how goeth the road below, Or why the panting leaders blow, I never was in a dull post chaise, But on the Mail was fain to gaze, And jumped again on the buoyant box, Like an ape that sits on its native rocks, And my native place I always hail, For I was born, was born in the “Royal Mail.”
marked by extreme lack of restraint or control
From this reading The roads were rough, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, The wind it whistled, the sign-board swung, The leaders jobled, and out they flung, And never was heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the coachman’s child.
air moving (sometimes with considerable force) from an area of high pressure to an area of low pressure
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
in the company of; together with
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
used for something imagined, polite, or habitual in the past
From this reading I am where I would ever sail, With the dust before and the dust behind, And driving straight before the wind, If a storm should come, and disturb my ride, What matter! what matter!
