Chapter I

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

with few mistakes

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

one or some or every or all without specification

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

separated or at a distance in place or position or time

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

weapons considered collectively

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

a person whose creative work shows sensitivity and imagination

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

cause to become awake or conscious

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

an unofficial association of people or groups

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

delighting the senses or exciting intellectual or emotional admiration

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

in the space, time, or range separating two things

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

propose a payment

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

plural of “breast” — the front of the trunk from the neck to the abdomen

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

the act of burning something

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

ruined by overcooking

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

the particular occupation for which you are trained

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

(used as intensives reflecting the speaker's attitude) it is sincerely the case that

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

stick of wax with a wick in the middle

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

plural of “cheek” — either side of the face below the eyes

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

lacking grace in movement or posture

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a written explanation or criticism or illustration that is added to a book or other textual material

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

make or cause to be or to become

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

the process of gradually becoming inferior

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a legal document signed and sealed and delivered to effect a transfer of property and to show the legal right to possess it

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

wanted intensely

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

make void or empty of contents

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

all the members of a group, with none left out

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

apart from; not including

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

opinion or judgment

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a long fixed look

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

death of a person

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a covering for the body (or parts of it) consisting of a dense growth of threadlike structures (as on the human head); helps to prevent heat loss

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

the locus of feelings and intuitions

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

an upward movement (especially a rhythmical rising and falling)

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a specific instance of feeling hopeful

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

a person who invites guests to a social event (such as a party in his or her own home) and who is responsible for them while they are there

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

past form of “imagine” — form a mental image of something that is not present or that is not the case

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a republic consisting of 26 of 32 counties comprising the island of Ireland; achieved independence from the United Kingdom in 1921

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

showing or motivated by sympathy and understanding and generosity

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

prefer or wish to do something

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

perceive with attention; direct one's gaze towards

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

blemished by injury or rough wear

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

and nothing more

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

plural of “mood” — a characteristic (habitual or relatively temporary) state of feeling

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

subject to death

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

to a great degree or extent

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

belonging to the person speaking

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

not one thing; not anything

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

above and across; more than

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

have ownership or possession of

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

very light colored; highly diluted with white

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

go across or through

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

(plural) any group of human beings (men or women or children) collectively

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

affording pleasure; being in harmony with your taste or likings

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

the sport of sitting on the back of a horse while controlling its movements

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

a charge of ammunition for a single shot

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

cause to flee

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

(American football) an attempt to advance the ball by running into the line

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

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

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

give an exhibition of to an interested audience

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

important in effect or meaning

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

a thing, without saying which

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

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

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

the people or things already mentioned, as the object

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

in or at that place or location

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

for that reason; as a result

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

any movable possession (especially articles of clothing)

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

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

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

an instance or single occasion for some event

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

-ing form of “toss” — throw or toss with a light motion

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

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From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

Released from physical or magical bonds; free and unrestricted.

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

a vivid mental image

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

the act of signaling by a movement of the hand

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

how something is done or how it happens

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

in or at the place that

From this reading The host is rushing ’twixt night and day; And where is there hope or deed as fair?

turn in a twisting or spinning motion

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

which person or people

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

plural of “wind” — air moving (sometimes with considerable force) from an area of high pressure to an area of low pressure

From this reading The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.’

the trees and other plants in a large densely wooded area

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

everything that exists anywhere

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

used for something imagined, polite, or habitual in the past

From this reading Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away.’_ I HAVE desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them.

set down in writing in any of various ways

From this reading I have therefore written down accurately and candidly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of commentary, nothing that I have merely imagined.

the person or people being spoken to

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

belonging to the person or people being spoken to

From this reading _Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away._ _The host is riding from Knocknarea, And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling, ‘Away, come away; Empty your heart of its mortal dream.