Yew
[juː] or [ju]
Definition
(noun.) any of numerous evergreen trees or shrubs having red cup-shaped berries and flattened needlelike leaves.
(noun.) wood of a yew; especially the durable fine-grained light brown or red wood of the English yew valued for cabinetwork and archery bows.
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Definition
(v. i.) See Yaw.
(n.) An evergreen tree (Taxus baccata) of Europe, allied to the pines, but having a peculiar berrylike fruit instead of a cone. It frequently grows in British churchyards.
(n.) The wood of the yew. It is light red in color, compact, fine-grained, and very elastic. It is preferred to all other kinds of wood for bows and whipstocks, the best for these purposes coming from Spain.
(n.) A bow for shooting, made of the yew.
(a.) Of or pertaining to yew trees; made of the wood of a yew tree; as, a yew whipstock.
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Definition
n. a tree of genus Taxus—natural order Taxace itself a suborder of Conifer—widely diffused over the whole northern parts of the world with narrow lanceolate or linear leaves (in Europe long planted in graveyards) yielding an elastic wood good for bows: its wood.—adj. Yew′en (Spens.) made of yew.—n. Yew′-tree.
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Examples
- On each side stood a sable bush-holly or yew. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I commented, as that spectre rose up black by the black yew at the gate. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- The English had a six-foot long bow made of yew or ash, in a single straight piece, that shot arrows the length of a man’s arm. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- He was small and bent, and perhaps not actively strong; yet he was as tough as an old yew-tree, and as crusty as an old jackdaw. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- I shall give orders that he may be sent to me in the Yew-tree Walk, where I shall be taking my usual exercise. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I shall be in the Yew-tree Walk for the next half-hour, said Mr. Casaubon, and then he left her. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- At eleven o'clock next morning my friend and I were walking up the famous yew avenue of Holdernesse Hall. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- No, you never saw it; but you recognize the nature of these trees, this foliage--the cypress, the willow, the yew. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
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