Aggettivo
Resembling or consisting of timber.
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I think I could hardly like his place as well / As my own shelter'd home in the timbery dell, / Where rooks come to build in the high-swaying boughs, / And broadheaded oaks yield a shade for the cows;
During the whole of the previous night Clarry heard her creaking with poignant, uneasy awareness; sleeping on her deck, he had gained a smattering of her timbery language. That night, particularly, it kept him awake as he listened to her.
We entered and were met by the cool musty timbery smell of so many old English churches and sat in a high carved box pew to examine the chancel from the nave.
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She hunches over as if drawn by her spattered cheeks, crawls into the pallet, pulls up the blanket and wraps herself in it, her stomach tightened, her feet cold, wishing and wishing that he'll be home soon, please God, soon, safe, with his great coat to put over them and his timbery arm to lay across her.
Like the narrator, Sam sank into the recesses of Usher's spirit, his senses heightened by the sounds around him—the fingernail of wind against the slate, the rattle of the leaded glass, the timbery shift of the house around him.
There was weird energy in the air from the start—a timbery smell, half autumnal, half noxious, wafted over from a fiercely burning building one block away on Elizabeth Street, and the glass fourth wall of the downstairs gallery put a bizarre zoolike frisson on proceedings by dividing drinking observers from the abstemious ones up close to the art. But Heilmann set an easy, mellow tone effortlessly and from the front.
The neck attachment is solid, with a five-bolt arrangement, and the roasted flame maple neck has been afforded an oil finish, giving the bass a timbery, organic feel.
Deep and resonant.
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When she remembered, The Old Place seemed to echo still with Papa's drunken, timbery shout, "When I speak to you, then jump, yu' little snotboxes! Else I'll slap the dogwater out of you!"
The sheer poetry of the lyrics, the best element in what was acknowledged as a slight and sentimental story, were perfectly suited to the timbery voice of the mature Burton. He had them crying in the aisles.
I reached for the door handle to make my escape, but froze when he spoke, his voice so male and timbery and deep it made me shudder.