Crossword-Solution: SHELT 5 letters, 1 clue 🏆 scrabble score: 8

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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.
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EGAAT
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CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with SHELT (5)

And I—was I brusque and surly? Or oppressively bland and fond? Was I partial to rising early? Or why did we twain abscond, All breakfastless too, from the public view To prowl by a misty pond? What pass’d, what was felt or spoken— Whether anything pass’d at all— And whether the heart was broken That beat under that shelt’ring shawl— (If shawl she had on, which I doubt)—has gone, Yes, gone from me past recall.
Fly Leaves C. S. Calverley 2014
When leaves hang pendant on their withered stalks, Through all the half-deserted garden walks; And through long autumn nights, The merry dancers scale the northern heights, And tiny crystal points of frost-white fire Make brightly scintillant each blade and spire, Still under shade of shelt'ring wall, Or under winter's shroud of snows, Undimmed, the faithful pansy blows, The sweetest flower of all! NOVEMBER METEORS.
The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems Kate Seymour Maclean 2004
While thus He calmly waited, came a woman to the well, With water vase poised gracefully, and step that lightly fell, One of Samaria's daughters, most fair, alas! but frail, Her dark locks bound with flowers instead of modest, shelt'ring veil.
The Poetical Works of Mrs. Leprohon (Mrs. R.E. Mullins) Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon 2004
Welcome green headland! firm beneath his feet; Welcome the friendly bank's refreshing seat; There, warm with toil, his panting horses browse Their shelt'ring canopy of pendent boughs; Till rest, delicious, chase each transient pain, And new-born vigour swell in every vein.
The Farmer's Boy Robert Bloomfield 2005
Now noon gone by, and four declining hours, The weary limbs relax their boasted pow'rs; Thirst rages strong, the fainting spirits fail, And ask the sov'reign cordial, home-brew'd ale: Beneath some shelt'ring heap of yellow corn Rests the hoop'd keg, and friendly cooling horn, That mocks alike the goblet's brittle frame, Its costlier potions, and its nobler name.
The Farmer's Boy Robert Bloomfield 2005