Crossword-Solution: WHARE
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| WHARE | anagram | HAWER, HEWAR |
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| Māori hut or dwelling place | 1 answer |
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Dermatological complaint
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
Hint 2 anagram
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eruption
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Sentences with WHARE (5)
SIR PATRICK SPENS (_Border Minstrelsy_.) THE king sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude-red wine o: “O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine o?” O up and spake an eldern-knight, Sat at the king’s right knee: “Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever saild the sea.” Our king has written a braid letter, And seald it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the strand.
The lady came down the stair, wringing her hands: “He has slain the Earl o Murray, the flower o Scotland.” But Huntly lap on his horse, rade to the King: “Ye’re welcome hame, Huntly, and whare hae ye been? “Where hae ye been? and how hae ye sped?” “I’ve killed the Earl o Murray dead in his bed.” “Foul fa you, Huntly! and why did ye so? You might have taen the Earl o Murray, and saved his life too.” “Her bread it’s to bake, her yill is to brew; My sister’s a widow, and sair do I rue.
Thair was not sen King Keneths days Sic strange intestine crewel stryf In Scotland sene, as ilk man says, Whare mony liklie lost thair lyfe; Whilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe, And mony childrene fatherless, Whilk in this realme has bene full ryfe: Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress.
And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be-- But never again will theyr shade shelter me! And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul, And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.
The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: "O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine?" Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the king's right knee: "Sir Patrick Spens is the best sail-or That ever sailed the sea." Our king has written a braid letter, And sealed it with his hand; And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, Was walking on the sand.