Crossword-Solution: HARBOURAGE
We have 14 clues for the answer “HARBOURAGE”
| Clue | Answers |
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| harborage | 1 answer |
| PLACE of shelter | 3 answers |
| place of safety | 14 answers |
| Terminus | 19 answers |
| destination | 26 answers |
| bourne | 26 answers |
| safe place | 31 answers |
| resting place | 36 answers |
| ANCHORAGE | 41 answers |
| Harbour | 43 answers |
| Dock | 48 answers |
| Berth | 55 answers |
| Shelter | 81 answers |
| Home | 87 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
EAETR
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with HARBOURAGE (5)
But the singular appearance of his companion and his attendants, arrested their attention and excited their wonder, and they could scarcely attend to the Prior of Jorvaulx’ question, when he demanded if they knew of any place of harbourage in the vicinity; so much were they surprised at the half monastic, half military appearance of the swarthy stranger, and at the uncouth dress and arms of his Eastern attendants.
Accordingly, the knight took no time to consider minutely the particulars which we have detailed, but thanking Saint Julian (the patron of travellers) who had sent him good harbourage, he leaped from his horse and assailed the door of the hermitage with the butt of his lance, in order to arouse attention and gain admittance.
The manse close by, although no more than a cottage, is surrounded by the brightness of a flower-garden and the straw roofs of bees; and the whole colony, kirk and manse, garden and graveyard, finds harbourage in a grove of rowans, and is all the year round in a great silence broken only by the drone of the bees, the tinkle of the burn, and the bell on Sundays.
But wilt thou yield this damsel harbourage?” Whereat the Baron saying, “I well believe You be of Arthur’s Table,” a light laugh Broke from Lynette, “Ay, truly of a truth, And in a sort, being Arthur’s kitchen-knave!— But deem not I accept thee aught the more, Scullion, for running sharply with thy spit Down on a rout of craven foresters.
Harbourage? truth, good truth, I know not, save, It may be, at Earl Yniol’s, o’er the bridge Yonder.” He spoke and fell to work again.