Crossword-Solution: PURPUREAL
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Purpureal | a. | Of a purple color; purple. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “PURPUREAL”
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| having a purple colour | 1 answer |
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Form of quartz with coloured bands
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Hint 1 meaning
A semipellucid, uncrystallized variety of quartz, presenting
various tints in the same specimen. Its colors are delicately arranged
in stripes or bands, or blended in clouds.
Hint 2 anagram
AEGTA
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with PURPUREAL (5)
When woman was created, "all the gods conferred a gifted grace." "Round her fair brow the lovely-tressed Hours A garland twined of Spring's purpureal flowers: The whole attire Minerva's graceful art Disposed, adjusted, form'd to every part."(99) 99) Hesiod, Works and Days.
Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity, Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With grooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned; His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
XXIII And as a necromancer Raises from the rose-ash The ghost of the rose; My heart so made answer To her voice’s silver plash,— Stirred in reddening flash, And from out its mortal ruins the purpureal phantom blows.
XIX The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet’s forehead to my heart Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,— As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart The nine white Muse-brows.
The Fairy's frame was slight, yon fibrous cloud, That catches but the palest tinge of even, _95 And which the straining eye can hardly seize When melting into eastern twilight's shadow, Were scarce so thin, so slight; but the fair star That gems the glittering coronet of morn, Sheds not a light so mild, so powerful, _100 As that which, bursting from the Fairy's form, Spread a purpureal halo round the scene, Yet with an undulating motion, Swayed to her outline gracefully.