Chapter X · Chapter 10

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From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a farewell remark

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(old-fashioned) at or from or to a great distance; far

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

anew

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(quantifier) used with either mass or count nouns to indicate the whole number or amount of or every one of a class

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(of actions or states) slightly short of or not quite accomplished; all but

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

at or on or to the masthead or upper rigging of a ship

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

plural of “anchor” — a mechanical device that prevents a vessel from moving

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

studies intended to provide general knowledge and intellectual skills (rather than occupational or professional skills)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a distinct feature or element in a problem

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

agreement with a statement or proposal to do something

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

tough protective covering of the woody stems and roots of trees and other woody plants

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

an area of sand sloping down to the water of a sea or lake

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

the qualities that give pleasure to the senses

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “begin” — Israeli statesman (born in Russia) who (as prime minister of Israel) negotiated a peace treaty with Anwar Sadat (then the president of Egypt) (1913-1992)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

Directly under; in or to a lower position than.

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

next to; at the side of

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

reveal unintentionally

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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 He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

the line or plane indicating the limit or extent of something

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

the front of the trunk from the neck to the abdomen

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

draw air into, and expel out of, the lungs

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

fresh and animated

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a region marking a boundary

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a rapid active commotion

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

actively or fully engaged or occupied

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

(of events) no longer planned or scheduled

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

past form of “care” — feel concern or interest

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a possibility due to a favorable combination of circumstances

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “check” — a written order directing a bank to pay money

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a person who is in charge

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a loud resonant repeating noise

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a steep high face of rock

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

an authoritative direction or instruction to do something

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

English novelist (born in Poland) noted for sea stories and for his narrative technique (1857-1924)

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a courteous or respectful or considerate act

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a steep rugged rock or cliff

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

cause to herd, drive, or crowd together

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

an edge between a sidewalk and a roadway consisting of a line of curbstones (usually forming part of a gutter)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

lively and spirited

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

relatively deep or strong; affecting one deeply

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

coming down or downward

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

lacking in light; not bright or harsh

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

separated in space or coming from or going to a distance

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

having the place or position changed

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

housing that someone is living in

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “ear” — the sense organ for hearing and equilibrium

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

past form of “echo” — to say again or imitate

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “end” — either extremity of something that has length

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

morally objectionable behavior

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

the organ of sight

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

quickly or rapidly (often used as a combining form)

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

be afraid or feel anxious or apprehensive about a possible or probable situation or event

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “feel” — an intuitive awareness

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

start firing a weapon

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

preceding all others in time or space or degree

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

emblem usually consisting of a rectangular piece of cloth of distinctive design

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(theater) the space over the stage (out of view of the audience) used to store scenery (drop curtains)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “footstep” — the sound of a step of someone walking

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

produced by or subjected to forcing

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

of concern to or concerning the affairs of other nations (other than your own)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

referring to the first of two things or persons mentioned (or the earlier one or ones of several)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

the property of being pure and fresh (as if newly made); not stale or deteriorated

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “gather” — sewing consisting of small folds or puckers made by pulling tight a thread in a line of stitching

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a long fixed look

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “gift” — something acquired without compensation

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

throw a glance at; take a brief look at

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

intense sorrow caused by loss of a loved one (especially by death)

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

past form of “hail” — praise vociferously

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

overly eager speed (and possible carelessness)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the upper part of the human body or the front part of the body in animals; contains the face and brains

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

third-person singular of “hear” — perceive (sound) via the auditory sense

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

the locus of feelings and intuitions

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

toward home

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

plural of “hurry” — a condition of urgency making it necessary to hurry

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “kerchief” — a square scarf that is folded into a triangle and worn over the head or about the neck

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

the quality of being warmhearted and considerate and humane and sympathetic

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “lack” — the state of needing something that is absent or unavailable

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

having or showing profound knowledge

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

used to form the comparative of some adjectives and adverbs

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

of high moral or intellectual value; elevated in nature or style

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

lacking companions or companionship

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

held dear

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

appealing to the emotions as well as the eye

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

less than normal in degree or intensity or amount

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

produced by a manufacturing process

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

English businessman who created a retail chain (1888-1964)

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

inflected form of “marvel” — be amazed at

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a vertical spar for supporting sails

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

used to say something is possible, or to give permission

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

mean or intend to express or convey

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a feeling of thoughtful sadness

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a succession of notes forming a distinctive sequence

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

reduce or cause to be reduced from a solid to a liquid state, usually by heating

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

dignified manner or conduct

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

used to say something is possible but not certain

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

The element of a person that enables awareness and thought.

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

great merriment

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a characteristic (habitual or relatively temporary) state of feeling

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

used to say something is necessary, or almost certainly true

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

expressed without speech

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(of actions or states) slightly short of or not quite accomplished; all but

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

not any; not one

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

and not; used after a negative to add a second negative

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

plural of “note” — a brief written record

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

an implement used to propel or steer a boat

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

past form of “obey” — be obedient to

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

many times at short intervals

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

on one occasion

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

have ownership or possession of

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “passion” — a strong feeling or emotion

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “pause” — a time interval during which there is a temporary cessation of something

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a place (seaport or airport) where people and merchandise can enter or leave a country

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

keep or maintain in unaltered condition; cause to remain or last

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “project” — any piece of work that is undertaken or attempted

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a column of light (as from a beacon)

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

reach a destination, either real or abstract

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

past form of “reach” — reach a destination, either real or abstract

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

reestablish on a new, usually improved, basis or make new or like new

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

not move; be in a resting position

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

move upward

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

move hurridly

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “sail” — a large piece of fabric (usually canvas fabric) by means of which wind is used to propel a sailing vessel

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

third-person singular of “seem” — give a certain impression or have a certain outward aspect

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “see” — the seat within a bishop's diocese where his cathedral is located

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

your consciousness of your own identity

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the land along the edge of a body of water

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

past form of “show” — give an exhibition of to an interested audience

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

inflected form of “shrink” — wither, as with a loss of moisture

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

avoid and stay away from deliberately; stay clear of

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

an instance of visual perception

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

any nonverbal action or gesture that encodes a message

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

yielding readily to pressure or weight

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

toned down

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

dignified and somber in manner or character and committed to keeping promises

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

plural of “sound” — the particular auditory effect produced by a given cause

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

inflected form of “speed” — move hurridly

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

move hurridly

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

(astronomy) a celestial body of hot gases that radiates energy derived from thermonuclear reactions in the interior

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

having a sharp inclination

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

(linguistics) the form of a word after all affixes are removed

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

any maneuver made as part of progress toward a goal

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

of a stern or strict bearing or demeanor; forbidding in aspect

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

with sternness; in a severe manner

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

(of a nose) blocked

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

in a softened tone

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

of the kind already mentioned

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

rise and move, as in waves or billows

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a detailed critical inspection

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

in a swift manner

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

given to sympathy or gentleness or sentimentality

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

used to introduce the second part of a comparison

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

in or at that place or location

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the plural of “this”: the people or things near, or just mentioned

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

judge or regard; look upon; judge

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the plural of “that”: the people or things further away, or already known

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the quality of a person's voice

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a state of commotion and noise and confusion

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

moved around an axis or center

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

not bent

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

-ing form of “unfurl” — unroll, unfold, or spread out or be unrolled, unfolded, or spread out from a furled state

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

up to a particular time

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

force or impel in an indicated direction

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a numerical quantity measured or assigned or computed

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a garment that covers the head and face

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a region marking a boundary

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

shake, quiver, or throb; move back and forth rapidly, usually in an uncontrolled manner

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

a way of regarding situations or topics etc.

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

lacking refinement or cultivation or taste

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

one of a series of ridges that moves across the surface of a liquid (especially across a large body of water)

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the act of signaling by a movement of the hand

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

how something is done or how it happens

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

(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 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

used to ask for information about something

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

at the time that

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

in or at the place that

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

which person or people

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

belonging to which person

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

past form of “wield” — have and exercise

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a feeling of extreme emotional intensity

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

be the winner in a contest or competition; be victorious

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind, And sternly gathers all his might of mind: 520 Again he hurries on--and as he hears The clang of tumult vibrate on his ears, The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar; As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast, The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast, The waving kerchiefs of the crowd that urge That mute Adieu to those who stem the surge; And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft, He marvelled how his heart could seem so soft.

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From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

past form of “wish” — hope for; have a wish

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

possessive form of “woman” — an adult female person (as opposed to a man)

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

commonly used or practiced; usual

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

a unit of language that native speakers can identify

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

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

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

the cardinal number that is the sum of fifteen and one

From this reading XVI.

the cardinal number that is the sum of sixteen and one

From this reading XVII.

but in spite of that

From this reading From crag to crag descending, swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turned his head; But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way Forced on his eye what he would not survey, His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep, That hailed him first when homeward from the deep: 510 And she--the dim and melancholy Star, Whose ray of Beauty reached him from afar, On her he must not gaze, he must not think-- There he might rest--but on Destruction's brink: Yet once almost he stopped--and nearly gave His fate to chance, his projects to the wave: But no--it must not be--a worthy chief May melt, but not betray to Woman's grief.

a young person (especially a young man or boy)

From this reading 530 Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast, He feels of all his former self possest; He bounds--he flies--until his footsteps reach The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach, There checks his speed; but pauses less to breathe The breezy freshness of the deep beneath, Than there his wonted statelier step renew; Nor rush, disturbed by haste, to vulgar view: For well had Conrad learned to curb the crowd, By arts that veil, and oft preserve the proud; 540 His was the lofty port, the distant mien, That seems to shun the sight--and awes if seen: The solemn aspect, and the high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy; All these he wielded to command assent: But where he wished to win, so well unbent, That Kindness cancelled fear in those who heard, And others' gifts showed mean beside his word, When echoed to the heart as from his own His deep yet tender melody of tone: 550 But such was foreign to his wonted mood, He cared not what he softened, but subdued; The evil passions of his youth had made Him value less who loved--than what obeyed.