Chapter IV

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

following the length of something from one end toward the other

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

weapons considered collectively

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a particular environment or surrounding influence

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

reduce to bankruptcy

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “beam” — a signal transmitted along a narrow path; guides airplane pilots in darkness or bad weather

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

the hair growing on the lower part of a man's face

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

delighting the senses or exciting intellectual or emotional admiration

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

inflected form of “blow” — exhale hard

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

of a color at the end of the color spectrum (next to orange); resembling the color of blood or cherries or tomatoes or rubies

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

being moved or acted upon by moving air or vapor

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

the chest considered as the place where secret thoughts are kept

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

the part of the face above the eyes

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

make by combining materials and parts

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

exercising caution or showing care or attention

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a split or indentation in something (as the palate or chin)

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

affectedly modest or shy especially in a playful or provocative way

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

placed crosswise

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

plural of “curl” — a round shape formed by a series of concentric circles (as formed by leaves or flower petals)

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

past form of “dance” — move in a graceful and rhythmical way

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

water that has condensed on a cool surface overnight from water vapor in the air

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

lacking in light; not bright or harsh

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

a pleasing country existing only in dreams or imagination

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

plural of “dream” — a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “drift” — a force that moves something along

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

inflected form of “drop” — let fall to the ground

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

third-person singular of “dwell” — think moodily or anxiously about something

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

opinion or judgment

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

become less clearly visible or distinguishable; disappear gradually or seemingly

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

an event (or a course of events) that will inevitably happen in the future

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

(usually followed by “with” or used as a combining form) generously supplied with

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “finger” — any of the terminal members of the hand (sometimes excepting the thumb)

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

inflected form of “flee” — run away quickly

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

plural of “flower” — a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

pleasant-smelling

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

made afraid

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a person of French descent

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

coins made of gold

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

death of a person

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a neutral achromatic color midway between white and black

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

not easy; requiring great physical or mental effort to accomplish or comprehend or endure

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

an old form of “has”

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

follow stealthily or recur constantly and spontaneously to

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

perceive (sound) via the auditory sense

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

plural of “heir” — a person who is entitled by law or by the terms of a will to inherit the estate of another

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

with honey added

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

without hope because there seems to be no possibility of comfort or success

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

crowded or massed together

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a very short time (as the time it takes the eye to blink or the heart to beat)

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

similar in quality or character

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “kiss” — the act of caressing with the lips (or an instance thereof)

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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 Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a body of (usually fresh) water surrounded by land

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

being or occurring at an advanced period of time or after a usual or expected time

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

past form of “laugh” — produce laughter

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

past form of “lavish” — expend profusely; also used with abstract nouns

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

put into a certain place or abstract location

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

moving slowly and gently

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a unit of length of thread or yarn

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

diode such that light emitted at a p-n junction is proportional to the bias current; color depends on the material used

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

plural of “legend” — a story about mythical or supernatural beings or events

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

prefer or wish to do something

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

the act of hearing attentively

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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

From this reading Lo! dreams from dreams in dreams remembered.

not compact or dense in structure or arrangement

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

no longer in your possession or control; unable to be found or recovered

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

produced by a manufacturing process

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “matter” — a vaguely specified concern

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

(Arthurian legend) the magician who acted as King Arthur's advisor

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a gay feeling

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

become covered with mist

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

used to form the superlative

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

to a great degree or extent

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

a quantity of no importance

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

near in time or place or relationship

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

having branches or flower heads that bend downward

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a brief written record

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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 _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

throughout a period of time

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

belonging to the speaker and others

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

very light colored; highly diluted with white

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

large-flowered garden plant derived chiefly from the wild pansy of Europe and having velvety petals of various colors

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

seed of a pea plant used for food

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

beyond or deviating from the usual or expected

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

by chance

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

an inquiry into public opinion conducted by interviewing a random sample of people

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “poppy” — annual or biennial or perennial herbs having showy flowers

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

something that serves as a preceding event or introduces what follows

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

water falling in drops from vapor condensed in the atmosphere

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

past form of “remember” — recall knowledge from memory; have a recollection

From this reading Lo! dreams from dreams in dreams remembered.

a large natural stream of water (larger than a creek)

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

plural of “rose” — any of many shrubs of the genus Rosa that bear roses

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

experiencing or showing sorrow or unhappiness

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

except for; apart from

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

perceive by sight or have the power to perceive by sight

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

past form of “seem” — give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

plural of “shower” — a plumbing fixture that sprays water over you

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

toward one side

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

-ing form of “sigh” — heave or utter a sigh; breathe deeply and heavily

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

yielding readily to pressure or weight

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

(quantifier) used with either mass nouns or plural count nouns to indicate an unspecified number or quantity

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a short musical composition with words

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

distribute or disperse widely

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

a soiled or discolored appearance

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

having an illustrious past

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

happening unexpectedly

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

a state of acute pain

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

the rays of the sun

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

surface layer of ground containing a mat of grass and grass roots

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

any piece of work that is undertaken or attempted

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

the one or ones belonging to them

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

a special situation

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a structure taller than its diameter; can stand alone or be attached to a larger building

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

consistent with fact or reality; not false

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

make an effort or attempt

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

a formal word for “on”

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

relating to or designed for or using the singing voice

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

past form of “wander” — move about aimlessly or without any destination, often in search of food or employment

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

binary compound that occurs at room temperature as a clear colorless odorless tasteless liquid; freezes into ice below 0 degrees centigrade and boils above 100 degrees centigrade; widely used as a solvent

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

exhaust or get tired through overuse or great strain or stress

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

prolific English writer best known for his science-fiction novels; he also wrote on contemporary social problems and wrote popular accounts of history and science (1866-1946)

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

at the time that

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

an old word meaning “from where”

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

in or at the place that

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading Seemed that she Led me along a flower-showered lea Trammeled with puckered pansy and the pea; Where poppies spread great blood-red stain on stain, So gorged with sunlight and the honeyed rain Their hearts were weary; roses lavished beams; Roses, wherein were huddled little dreams That laughed coy, sidewise merriment, like dew, Or from fair fingers fragrant kisses blew.

a Caucasian

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

which person or people

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

marked by extreme lack of restraint or control

From this reading And suddenly a river cleft the sward; And o'er it lay a mist: and it was hard To see whence came it; whitherward it led; Like some wild, frightened thing, it foamed and fled, Sighing and murmuring, from its fountain-head.

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

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

used to talk about the future, or about willingness

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

in the company of; together with

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

extraordinarily good or great; used especially as intensifiers

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

plural of “yearning” — prolonged unfulfilled desire or need

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

the person or people being spoken to

From this reading _A hopeless task have we, meseems, At this late day; whom fate hath made Sad, bankrupt heirs of song; who, filled With kindred yearnings, try to build A tower like theirs, that will not fade, Out of our dreams._ ACCOLON OF GAUL _Prelude_ O wondrous legends from the storied wells Of lost Baranton! where old Merlin dwells, Nodding a white poll and a grave, gray beard, As if some Lake Ladyé he, listening, heard, Who spake like water, danced like careful showers With blown gold curls through drifts of wild-thorn flowers; Loose, lazy arms upon her bosom crossed, An instant seen, and in an instant lost, With one peculiar note, like that you hear Dropped by a reed-bird when the night is near, A vocal gold blown through the atmosphere.

(used of living things especially persons) in an early period of life or development or growth

From this reading Naught That matters much, save that it seemed I thought I wandered dim with some one, but I knew Not whom; most beautiful, and young, and true, And pale through suffering: with curl-crowned brow Soft eyes and voice, so strange, they haunt me now-- A dream, perhaps, in dreamland.