Crossword-Solution: CITHER
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| CITHER | anagram | CRIETH, ITCHER, THRICE |
We have 3 clues for the answer “CITHER”
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| ENGLISH guitar | 1 answer |
| Greek lyre-like instrument. | 1 answer |
| Ancient lyre-like instrument. | 2 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
AETUTS
Hint 3 another clue
Liberty
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Sentences with CITHER (5)
The dew! for its want an oak will wither-- By the dull hoof into the dust is trod, And then who strikes the cither? But thistles were only for donkeys intended, And that donkeys are common enough is clear, And that drop! what a vessel it might have befriended, Does it add any flavor to Glugabib's beer? Well, there's my musing ended.
This form of religion, mysterious, symbolical, full of secrets hidden from the people, as it was; these goddesses with heads of dogs, wolves, oxen, hawks; the god Onion, the god Garlic, the god Leek; all that Apuleius tells about it, besides the data furnished by the Pompeian excavations, the recovered bottle-brushes, the basins, the knives, the tripods, the cymbals, the citheræ, etc.,--were worth the trouble of examination and study.
Forth to the mountains, come! As the bee hurries from her winter home! A twofold music in my breast I bear, A cither with diversely sounding strings, One for life's joy, a treble loud and clear, And one deep note that quivers as it sings.
The stranger was, it was soon seen, a powerful vessel, cither a large corvette or a small frigate, against which the heavily-rigged, ill-manned and slightly-armed merchant ship, had scarcely a chance.
And whenever Frederick, glancing shyly across at Rose, seemed to be falling into his melancholy mood, Reinhold at once struck up a satirical song that he composed, beginning, "The cask is not the cither, nor is the cither the cask," so that old Herr Martin often had to let the croze-adze which he had raised, sink again without striking and hold his big belly as it wabbled from his internal laughter.
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Appears in: NYT.
Used 1 time in crossword archives (1943).