Chapter I

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

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third-person singular of “acknowledge” — declare to be true or admit the existence or reality or truth of

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anew

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

at another time

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

an old form of “are”, used with “thou”

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

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

writes (books or stories or articles or the like) professionally (for pay)

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From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry!

to be able to, or to be allowed to

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

plural of “century” — a period of 100 years

From this reading Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry!

an often persistent bodily disorder or disease; a cause for complaining

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

(of persons or their actions) able or disposed to inflict pain or suffering

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

utter a sudden loud cry

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

plural of “curve” — the trace of a point whose direction of motion changes

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

lacking in liveliness or animation

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

make void or empty of contents

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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From this reading Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry!

plural of “foot” — the part of the leg of a human being below the ankle joint

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

the cardinal number that is the sum of three and one

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

ice crystals forming a white deposit (especially on objects outside)

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

turned into ice; affected by freezing or by long and severe cold

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

resembling glass

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

having brief brilliant points or flashes of light

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

with appreciation; in a grateful manner

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third-person singular of “grow” — pass into a condition gradually, take on a specific property or attribute; become

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

plural of “hang” — a special way of doing something

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

listen; used mostly in the imperative

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

not accessible to view

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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

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not solid; having a space or gap or cavity

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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crowded or massed together

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

become quiet or still; fall silent

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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

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having many complexly arranged elements; elaborate

From this reading Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry!

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

a male relative

From this reading _And yet—and yet—I heard a kinsman shout!

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

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

less than normal in degree or intensity or amount

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

the natural satellite of the Earth

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

a person who is feeling grief (as grieving over someone who has died)

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a low continuous indistinct sound; often accompanied by movement of the lips without the production of articulate speech

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

having an import not apparent to the senses nor obvious to the intelligence; beyond ordinary understanding

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

not any; not one

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

causing numbness or insensitivity

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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

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belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

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on one occasion

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

a person who is rejected (from society or home)

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

approval to do something

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sounding as if the nose were pinched

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

plural of “plain” — extensive tract of level open land

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

-ing form of “point” — indicate a place, direction, person, or thing; either spatially or figuratively

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

deserving or inciting pity

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

a purple color or pigment

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

publish again

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except for; apart from

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

perceive by sight or have the power to perceive by sight

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A dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

(of something seen or heard) clearly defined

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

a disassembled barrel; the parts packed for storage or shipment

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

utter in a loud voice; talk in a loud voice (usually denoting characteristic manner of speaking)

From this reading _And yet—and yet—I heard a kinsman shout!

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

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a soft white precious univalent metallic element having the highest electrical and thermal conductivity of any metal; occurs in argentite and in free form; used in coins and jewelry and tableware and photography

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

the atmosphere and outer space as viewed from the earth

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

a projectile that is fired from a gun

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

a long projecting or anterior elongation of an animal's head; especially the nose

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

the particular auditory effect produced by a given cause

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

the vital principle or animating force within living things

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

inflected form of “stab” — use a knife on

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

plural of “star” — (astronomy) a celestial body of hot gases that radiates energy derived from thermonuclear reactions in the interior

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

being definitely out of the ordinary and unexpected; slightly odd or even a bit weird

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

past form of “tarnish” — make dirty or spotty, as by exposure to air; also used metaphorically

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

having thin consistency

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading See https:// The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish._ _O Mourner in the silence of the hills, O Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf?

an old word for “yours”

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

a special situation

From this reading See https:// The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish._ _O Mourner in the silence of the hills, O Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf?

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading See https:// The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish._ _O Mourner in the silence of the hills, O Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf?

in spite of the fact that

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry!

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

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

plural of “ti” — a light strong grey lustrous corrosion-resistant metallic element used in strong lightweight alloys (as for airplane parts); the main sources are rutile and ilmenite

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

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

From this reading See https:// The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish._ _O Mourner in the silence of the hills, O Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf?

being or moving higher in position or greater in some value; being above a former position or level

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

unusually great in size or amount or degree or especially extent or scope

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

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

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

any materials unused and rejected as worthless or unwanted

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

suggesting the operation of supernatural influences

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

the countries of (originally) Europe and (now including) North America and South America

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

at the time that

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

marked by extreme lack of restraint or control

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

the coldest season of the year; in the northern hemisphere it extends from the winter solstice to the vernal equinox

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

in the company of; together with

From this reading I heard a cry that shook me—was it thine?_ _Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush— The winter hush._

any of various predatory carnivorous canine mammals of North America and Eurasia that usually hunt in packs

From this reading See https:// The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish._ _O Mourner in the silence of the hills, O Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf?

past form of “yearn” — desire strongly or persistently

From this reading _Hark! once again thy cry!_ _Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward!_ _I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know ’tis thou._

but in spite of that

From this reading _And yet—and yet—I heard a kinsman shout!