pine

Any coniferous tree of the genus Pinus.

The northern slopes were covered mainly in pine.

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for. It twisted and turned, and, the first thing I knew, made a sudden bend around a bunch of bayberry scrub and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn.

Any tree (usually coniferous) which resembles a member of this genus in some respect.

The wood of this tree.

A pineapple.

"[…] I bought a pine-apple at the same time, which I gave to Sambo. Let's have it for tiffin; very cool and nice this hot weather." Rebecca said she had never tasted a pine, and longed beyond everything to taste one.

Linda carried the oysters in one hand and the pineapple in the other. […] [S]he put the bottle of oysters and the pine on a little carved chair.

The bench, where players sit when not playing.

[…] rather than languish on the pine in Miami.

Take off your gear and hit the pine. And don't take your time. You understand me, boy?

A painful longing.

To languish; to lose flesh or wear away through distress.

Why pine not I, and die in this distress?

[T]hou mayſt know / What miſerie th' inabſtinence of Eve / Shall bring on men. Immediately a place / Before his eyes appeard, ſad, noyſom, dark, / A Lazar-houſe it ſeemd, wherein were laid / Numbers all diſeas'd, […] / […] / Dæmoniac Phrenzie, moaping Melancholie / And Moon-ſtruck madneſs, pining Atrophie, / Maraſmus and wide-waſting Peſtilence.

To long, to yearn so much that it causes suffering.

Laura was pining for Bill all the time he was gone.

Praline: "That parrot is definitely deceased. And when I bought it not half an hour ago you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk." Shopkeeper: "It's probably pining for the fiords." Praline: "Pining for the fiords, what kind of talk is that?"

To grieve or mourn for.

To inflict pain upon; to torment.

Which way, O Lord, which way can I look, and not see some sad examples of misery? […] [O]ne is pined in prison; another, tortured on the rack; a third, languisheth under the loss of a dear son, or wife, or husband.