Crossword-Solution: PRIESTLIKE
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Priestlike | a. | Priestly. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “PRIESTLIKE”
| Clue | Answers |
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| like a priest | 2 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
A moving of the mind or soul; excitement of the feelings,
whether pleasing or painful; disturbance or agitation of mind caused by
a specific exciting cause and manifested by some sensible effect on the
body.
Hint 2 anagram
ITMNOOE
Hint 3 another clue
A FEELING OF GREAT ELATION
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Sentences with PRIESTLIKE (5)
The veins unfilled, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive; but when we have stuffed These pipes and these conveyances of our blood With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priestlike fasts.
Having won the race and gained the prize, shall we let it slip out of our grasp? Upon this topic his voice descended to tones of priestlike awe: for are we not the envy of the world? Our wealth is countless, fabulous.
Instinctively the priestlike worship of the sun, old when the world was still in infancy, surged back to him again after the long, lost centuries of darkness and oblivion.
Foot by foot the water gains on the rocks beside the channels, on the fringes of the boulders, on the stony shores, and covers the stretches of mud: The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pale ablution round earth’s human shore.
His face and hands must be washed, his hair and teeth brushed: many, indeed, will perform all over what Keats, thinking of the ocean eternally washing the land, has called a 'priestlike task of pure ablution'; but others, faithful to tradition and Saturday night, will dodge this as wasteful.
Quotes with PRIESTLIKE (1)
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake fo…