Crossword-Solution: BRAWLIE
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| BRAWLIE | anagram | WIRABLE |
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Dermatological complaint
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
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eruption
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Sentences with BRAWLIE (5)
But Tam kenned what was what fu’ brawlie, “There was ae winsome wench and walie,” {151i} That night enlisted in the core, (Lang after kenned on Carrick shore; For mony a beast to dead she shot, And perished mony a bonny boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bere, And kept the country-side in fear.) Her cutty sark, {151f} o’ Paisley harn, That, while a lassie, she had worn, In longitude though sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.
Whenever we stopped, how brawlie he suited himsel' to everybody! He aye did as the lave did; never made himsel' the great man, or took ony airs in the company." This boyish delight in roaming, in new scenes, in new people met frankly under the open sky, is characteristic of Scott's poems and novels, which never move freely until they are out of doors.
Wherever we stopped, how brawlie he suited himsel' to everybody! He aye did as the lave did; never made himsel' the great man or took ony airs in the company.
Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, And all beneath the sky! May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die! THE HIGHLAND BALOU Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald, [Lullaby] Picture o' the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our wanton chief [Finely knows] Wha got my young Highland thief.
But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie: [full well] There was ae winsome wench and walie [choice] That night enlisted in the core, Lang after kent on Carrick shore! (For mony a beast to dead she shot, [death] And perish'd mony a bonnie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, [barley] And kept the country-side in fear.) Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, [short-shift, coarse linen] That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.