Chapter V

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

anew

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

(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 _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

Belonging to the very distant past and no longer in existence or deeply revered.

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

separated or at a distance in place or position or time

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading Thy tones are not to cease!

elected vice president and became 21st President of the United States when Garfield was assassinated (1830-1886)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

The powdery residue left after the burning of a substance.

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

a lyric poet

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading Harp of the ancient hills! be heard once more!

having hair on the cheeks and chin

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

come out better in a competition, race, or conflict

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

the past participle of “be”

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

next to; at the side of

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

processing that involves blowing a gas

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

brought into existence

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

emitting or reflecting light readily or in large amounts

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

put an end to a state or an activity

From this reading Thy tones are not to cease!

courtesy towards women

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

move toward, travel toward something or somebody or approach something or somebody

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

being ten more than one hundred ten

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

A series of thoughts, images, or emotions during sleep.

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a pre-Christian priest among the Celts of ancient Gaul and Britain and Ireland

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

shaking and vibration at the surface of the earth resulting from underground movement along a fault plane or from volcanic activity

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

at any time

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

having lost freshness or brilliance of color

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

something existing solely in the imagination (but often mistaken for reality)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a ceremonial dinner party for many people

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

United States comedian and film actor (1880-1946)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

A hot glowing body of ignited gas produced by fire.

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

a hard kind of stone; a form of silica more opaque than chalcedony

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

emitting or filled with bubbles as from carbonation or fermentation

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

containing as much or as many as is possible or normal

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

inflected form of “give” — cause to have, in the abstract sense or physical sense

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

a neutral achromatic color midway between white and black

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the solid part of the earth's surface

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

plural of “hall” — an interior passage or corridor onto which rooms open

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a chordophone that has a triangular frame consisting of a sounding board and a pillar and a curved neck; the strings stretched between the neck and the soundbox are plucked with the fingers

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the locus of feelings and intuitions

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a form of whist in which players avoid winning tricks containing hearts or the queen of spades

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

a unit of inductance in which an induced electromotive force of one volt is produced when the current is varied at the rate of one ampere per second

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

plural of “hill” — a local and well-defined elevation of the land

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a noisemaker (as at parties or games) that makes a loud noise when you blow through it

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

pursue for food or sport (as of wild animals)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

moving to the inside of something

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a Stuart king of Scotland who married a daughter of Henry VII; when England and France went to war in 1513 he invaded England and died in defeat at Flodden (1473-1513)

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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 _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

be cognizant or aware of a fact or a specific piece of information; possess knowledge or information about

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

apprehended with certainty

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the land on which real estate is located

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

put into a certain place or abstract location

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

a light, self-propelled movement upwards or forwards

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

English film actress (1913-1967)

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a formation of people or things one beside another

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

limited or below average in number or quantity or magnitude or extent

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the experience of being alive; the course of human events and activities

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

expressing deep emotion

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

United States anthropologist noted for her claims about adolescence and sexual behavior in Polynesian cultures (1901-1978)

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

the location of something surrounded by other things

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

possessive form of “mona” — an island to the northwest of Wales

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

plural of “mountain” — a land mass that projects well above its surroundings; higher than a hill

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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 _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

throughout a period of time

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

plural of “oar” — an implement used to propel or steer a boat

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

on one occasion

From this reading Harp of the ancient hills! be heard once more!

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

To move from a closed position.

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

possession of controlling influence

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

a feeling of self-respect and personal worth

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

get into a prostrate position, as in submission

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

with pride; in a proud manner

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

(electronics) a sharp transient wave in the normal electrical state (or a series of such transients)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

impossible to quench

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

any competition

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

possessing material wealth

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

sound loudly and sonorously

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

relating to or characteristic of people of Rome

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a charge of ammunition for a single shot

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

express in words

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

possessive form of “sea” — a division of an ocean or a large body of salt water partially enclosed by land

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

100 senti equal 1 kroon in Estonia

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

the land along the edge of a body of water

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

plural of “shore” — the land along the edge of a body of water

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

used to say what is right, expected, or advisable

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

plural of “shrine” — a place of worship hallowed by association with some sacred thing or person

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a short musical composition with words

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the particular auditory effect produced by a given cause

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

the vital principle or animating force within living things

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

not in physical motion

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

(physics) deformation of a physical body under the action of applied forces

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

having strength or power greater than average or expected

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

happening without warning or in a short space of time

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

an inclination to support or be loyal to or to agree with an opinion

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

an old word for “yours”

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

judge or regard; look upon; judge

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

one of three equal parts of a divisible whole

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

United States clockmaker who introduced mass production (1785-1859)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

the cardinal number that is the product of 10 and 100

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

possessive form of “time” — an instance or single occasion for some event

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

plural of “tone” — the quality of a person's voice

From this reading Thy tones are not to cease!

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a fact that has been verified

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

employed in accomplishing something

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

plural of “vale” — a long depression in the surface of the land that usually contains a river

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the qualities of a hero or heroine; exceptional or heroic courage when facing danger (especially in battle)

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

be awake, be alert, be there

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

one of the four countries that make up the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; during Roman times the region was known as Cambria

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

the act of traveling by foot

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

someone engaged in or experienced in warfare

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

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

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

any general reduction in vitality and strength of body and mind resulting from a debilitating chronic disease

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

plural of “waterfall” — a steep descent of the water of a river

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

United States actress and singer (1896-1977)

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

inflected form of “go” — change location; move, travel, or proceed, also metaphorically

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

at the time that

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

in or at the place that

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

belonging to which person

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

having great (or a certain) extent from one side to the other

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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

From this reading The Roman came O’er the blue waters with his thousand oars: Through Mona’s oaks he sent the wasting flame; The Druid shrines lay prostrate on our shores: All gave their ashes to the wind and sea-- Ring out; thou harp! he could not silence thee.

in the company of; together with

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

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From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

a unit of language that native speakers can identify

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

Having or showing the qualities or abilities that merit recognition in character or magic.

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.

time long past

From this reading _James Henry Leigh Hunt._ HEMANS CXXI THE HARP OF WALES Harp of the mountain-land! sound forth again As when the foaming Hirla’s horn was crown’d, And warrior hearts beat proudly to the strain, And the bright mead at Owain’s feast went round: Wake with the spirit and the power of yore!

suggestive of youth; vigorous and fresh

From this reading _Thomas Gray._ HUNT CXX BODRYDDAN O land of Druid and of Bard, Worthy of bearded Time’s regard, Quick-blooded, light-voiced, lyric Wales, Proud with mountains, rich with vales, And of such valour that in thee Was born a third of chivalry (And is to come again, they say, Blowing its trumpets into day, With sudden earthquake from the ground, And in the midst, great Arthur crown’d), I used to think of thee and thine As one of an old faded line Living in his hills apart, Whose pride I knew, but not his heart:-- But now that I have seen thy face, Thy fields, and ever youthful race, And women’s lips of rosiest word (So rich they open), and have heard The harp still leaping in thy halls, Quenchless as the waterfalls, I know thee full of pulse as strong As the sea’s more ancient song And of a sympathy as wide; And all this truth, and more beside, I should have known, had I but seen, O Flint, thy little shore; and been Where Truth and Dream walk, hand-in-hand, Bodryddan’s living Fairyland.