Crossword-Solution: BLARE
Dictionary
| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Blare | v. i. | To sound loudly and somewhat harshly. |
| Blare | v. t. | To cause to sound like the blare of a trumpet; to proclaim loudly. |
| Blare | n. | The harsh noise of a trumpet; a loud and somewhat harsh noise, like the blast of a trumpet; a roar or bellowing. |
Anagrams
| Word | Anagrams | |
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| BLARE | anagram | ABLER, BALER, BARLE, BELAR, BLEAR |
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One who, or that which, eats.
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Sentences with BLARE (5)
There was no beating of tom-toms now, nor blare of native horn, for Kaviri was a crafty warrior, and it was in his mind to take no chances, if they could be avoided.
Had I been the King, I should have thought it encouraging: “Haven’t you enough responsibilities on you for one day, cousin?” Bang, bang! Blare, blare! We were at the Palace.
From the city about us we could hear the din of great commotion, and quite close the sounds of battle—the crack of thousands of rifles, the yells of the soldiers, the hoarse commands of officers, and the blare of bugles.
Blare.] To utter suddenly and unadvisedly; to divulge inconsiderately; to ejaculate; Ð commonly with out.
The Ivory Tower is fair to see, And may her walls encompass me! But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might, Saint Michael, show me how to fight! The Big Top The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.
Quotes with BLARE (3)
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Rome was mud and smoky skies; the rank smell of the Tiber and the exotically spiced cooking fires of a hundred different nationalities. Rome was white marble and gilding and heady perfumes; the blare of trumpets and the shrieking of market-women and the eternal, sub-aural hum of more people, speaking more languages than Gaius had ever imagined existed, crammed together on seven hills whose contours had long ago disappeared beneath this encrustation if humanity. Rome was the pulsing heart of the world.
After consciously enduring a twelve-inch knitting needle navigated into the unseen recesses of my pelvis and almost passing out at the sensation of my hip inflating with fluid and somehow clinging to my sanity through the hour-long, migraine-inducing blare of the imaging contraption, which resembled a compact wind tunnel, possessed the amplification capability of a Marshall stack, and pushed my patience beyond the limits of superhuman endurance, I wasinformed by my orthopedis…
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Appears in: Boston Globe, Chicago Tribune, Chronicle, Crossroads, CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, New Yorker, NY Sun, NYT, S&S, Slate, Universal, USA TODAY, WP, WSJ.
Used 219 times in crossword archives (1948–2025).