Crossword-Solution: BEECHEN
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Beechen | a. | Consisting, or made, of the wood or bark of the beech; belonging to the beech. |
We have 3 clues for the answer “BEECHEN”
| Clue | Answers |
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| " . . . spare the ___ tree!": Campbell | 1 answer |
| Made of a certain wood. | 2 answers |
| CONSISTING OF OR MADE OF WOOD OF THE BEECH TREE | 11 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
The likeness of a living being sculptured or modeled in
some solid substance, as marble, bronze, or wax; an image; as, a statue
of Hercules, or of a lion.
Hint 2 anagram
EATUST
Hint 3 another clue
Liberty
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Sentences with BEECHEN (5)
But I will stake, Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups By the divine art of Alcimedon Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine, Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool, Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
And time it is that oft Unfreighted wheels be drawn along the ground Behind them, as to dint the surface-dust; Then let the beechen axle strain and creak 'Neath some stout burden, whilst a brazen pole Drags on the wheels made fast thereto.
And around The sky was in garlands of cloud, Winning scents from unnumbered new births, Pointed buds, where the woods were browned By a mouldered beechen shroud; Or over our meads of the vale, Such an answer to sun as he, Brave in his gold; to a sound, None sweeter, of woods flapping sail, With the first full flood of our year, For their voyage on lustreful sea: Unto what curtained haven in chief, Will be writ in the book of the sere.
ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: NYT.
Used 2 times in crossword archives (1961–1992).