Chapter VII · Chapter 7

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

on the subject of; concerning

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

changed in order to improve or made more fit for a particular purpose

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

later than; following

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a mixture of gases (especially oxygen) required for breathing; the stuff that the wind consists of

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

at all times; all the time and on every occasion

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

at or in or to any place

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

exceptionally bad or displeasing

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

completely unclothed

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

all the loaves of bread baked at the same time

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

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

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a person who has suffered the death of someone they loved

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “billow” — a large sea wave

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

being of the achromatic color of maximum darkness; having little or no hue owing to absorption of almost all incident light

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

make a strident sound

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

offering little or no hope

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

(used in the plural) a percussion instrument consisting of a pair of hollow pieces of wood or bone (usually held between the thumb and fingers) that are made to click together (as by Spanish dancers) in rhythm with the dance

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

plural of “branch” — a division of some larger or more complex organization

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

(used of soaps or cleaning agents) having a substance (an abrasive or filler) added to increase effectiveness

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

plural of “burst” — the act of exploding or bursting

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

showing who or what does the action

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

discover or come upon accidentally, suddenly, or unexpectedly; catch somebody doing something or in a certain state

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

plural of “cave” — a geological formation consisting of an underground enclosure with access from the surface of the ground or from the sea

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

make overcast or cloudy

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “concert” — a performance of music by players or singers not involving theatrical staging

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

a ductile malleable reddish-brown corrosion-resistant diamagnetic metallic element; occurs in various minerals but is the only metal that occurs abundantly in large masses; used as an electrical and thermal conductor

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

taking a series of rhythmical steps (and movements) in time to music

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

absence of light or illumination

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

no longer having or seeming to have or expecting to have life

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

plural of “demon” — an evil supernatural being

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “dew” — water that has condensed on a cool surface overnight from water vapor in the air

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

showing the cunning or ingenuity or wickedness typical of a devil

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

lacking in liveliness or charm or surprise

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

let fall to the ground

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

the 3rd planet from the sun; the planet we live on

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

(of sounds) repeating by reflection

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

the latter part of the day (the period of decreasing daylight from late afternoon until nightfall)

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

at any time

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

the trees and other plants in a large densely wooded area

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

dismiss from the mind; stop remembering

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

excessively agitated; distraught with fear or other violent emotion

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

gay or light-hearted recreational activity for diversion or amusement

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

suited to or suggestive of a grave or burial

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “german” — a person of German nationality

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

plural of “give” — the elasticity of something that can be stretched and returns to its original length

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

destroyed or killed

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

English writer known for his interest in mythology and in the classics (1895-1985)

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “groan” — an utterance expressing pain or disapproval

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a gruff or angry utterance (suggestive of the growling of an animal)

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

plural of “gully” — deep ditch cut by running water (especially after a prolonged downpour)

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

blowing in puffs or short intermittent blasts

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

emerge from the eggs

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

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

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

the vertical dimension of extension; distance from the base of something to the top

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

give help or assistance; be of service

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

in or at this place; where the speaker or writer is

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

not solid; having a space or gap or cavity

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

used to add a contrasting statement

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

a long loud emotional utterance

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

apprehended with certainty

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

plural of “know” — the fact of being aware of information that is known to few people

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

a cry of sorrow and grief

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

prefer or wish to do something

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

characterized by or producing sound of great volume or intensity

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

in an uncontrolled manner

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

an adult person who is male (as opposed to a woman)

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

a quantifier that can be used with count nouns and is often preceded by “as” or “too” or “so” or “that”; amounting to a large but indefinite number

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “mariner” — a man who serves as a sailor

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

be compatible, similar or consistent; coincide in their characteristics

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

inflected form of “meet” — come together

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

12 o'clock at night; the middle of the night

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

plural of “moan” — an utterance expressing pain or disapproval

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

a land mass that projects well above its surroundings; higher than a hill

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

state of sorrow over the death or departure of a loved one

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “murmur” — a low continuous indistinct sound; often accompanied by movement of the lips without the production of articulate speech

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

characterized by or capable of producing music

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

used to say something is necessary, or almost certainly true

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

relating to or characteristic of mysticism

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

make or become more narrow or restricted

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

the essential qualities or characteristics by which something is recognized

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

an old word for “no”

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a midwestern state in north central United States in the Great Lakes region

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

used to mean any person in general, including the speaker

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

a musical organization consisting of a group of instrumentalists including string players

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

not the same one or ones already mentioned or implied

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

above and across; more than

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “pine” — a coniferous tree

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

a point located with respect to surface features of some region

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

the act of playing a musical instrument

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

a secret scheme to do something (especially something underhand or illegal)

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

characterized by feeling or showing fond affection for

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

-ing form of “prowl” — move about in or as if in a predatory manner

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

a platform raised above the surrounding level to give prominence to the person on it

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

to a degree (not used with a negative)

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

plural of “rave” — a dance party that lasts all night and electronically synthesized music is played

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

the extended spatial location of something

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

an abstraction belonging to or characteristic of two entities or parts together

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

precisely, exactly

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

advancing or becoming higher or greater in degree or value or status

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

make a loud noise, as of wind, water, or vehicles

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “rock” — a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

in an unfortunate way

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

sullen or unfriendly in appearance

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

cause friction

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

plural of “sermon” — an address of a religious nature (usually delivered during a church service)

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

put into a certain place or abstract location

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

the land along the edge of a body of water

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

primarily temporal sense; indicating or being or seeming to be limited in duration

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

cover as if with a shroud

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

from a time in the past until now

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

threatening or foreshadowing evil or tragic developments

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

the atmosphere and outer space as viewed from the earth

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

uttered through the medium of speech or characterized by speech; sometimes used in combination

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

characterized by short periods of noisy commotion

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “stone” — a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

come to a halt, stop moving

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

(especially of weather) affected or characterized by storms or commotion

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

the star that is the source of light and heat for the planets in the solar system

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

doomed to extinction

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

supernatural forces and events and beings collectively

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a violent commotion or disturbance

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

in or at that place or location

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

the cardinal number that is the product of 10 and 100

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

from one end or side of something to the other

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

an individual instance of a type of symbol

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

the upper part of anything

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

a fact that has been verified

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

displeasing to the senses

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

not buried

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

precisely as stated

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

be awake, be alert, be there

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

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

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

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 For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

plural of “wave” — one of a series of ridges that moves across the surface of a liquid (especially across a large body of water)

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

(often used as a combining form) in a good or proper or satisfactory manner or to a high standard (“good” is a nonstandard dialectal variant for “well”)

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

used to ask for information about something

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

at the time that

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

in or at the place that

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

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

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

marked by extreme lack of restraint or control

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

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

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

abounding in or exposed to the wind or breezes

From this reading Madly, sadly, the Tempest raves Through the narrow gullies and hollow caves, And bursts on the rocks in windy waves, Like the billows that roar On a gusty shore Mourning over the mariners' graves-- Nay, more like a frantic lamentation From a howling set Of demons met To wake a dead relation.

plural of “witch” — a female sorcerer or magician

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

in the company of; together with

From this reading Like a dead man gone to his shroud, The sun has sunk in a copper cloud, And the wind is rising squally and loud With many a stormy token,-- Playing a wild funereal air Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare, To the dead leaves dancing here and there-- In short, if the truth were spoken, It's an ugly night for anywhere, But an awful one for the Brocken!

plural of “wolf” — any of various predatory carnivorous canine mammals of North America and Eurasia that usually hunt in packs

From this reading However it's quite As wild a night As ever was known on that sinister height Since the Demon-Dance was morriced-- The earth is dark, and the sky is scowling, And the blast through the pines is howling and growling, As if a thousand wolves were prowling About in the old BLACK FOREST!

the hard fibrous lignified substance under the bark of trees

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!

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

From this reading A place where he whom we call Old Scratch, By help of his Witches--a precious batch-- Gives midnight concerts and sermons, In a Pulpit and Orchestra built to match, A plot right worthy of him to hatch, And well adapted, he knows, to catch The musical, mystical Germans!

twisted (especially as in pain or struggle)

From this reading For oh! to stop On that mountain top, After the dews of evening drop, Is always a dreary frolic-- Then what must it be when nature groans, And the very mountain murmurs and moans As if it writhed with the cholic-- With other strange supernatural tones, From wood, and water, and echoing stones, Not to forget unburied bones-- In a region so diabolic!