Crossword-Solution: BIRKEN
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Birken | v. t. | To whip with a birch or rod. |
| Birken | a. | Birchen; as, birken groves. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “BIRKEN”
| Clue | Answers |
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| relating to the birch tree | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
ERTAE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with BIRKEN (5)
Was hilft’s, daß man den Weg verkürzt! Im Labyrinth der Täler hinzuschleichen, Dann diesen Felsen zu ersteigen, Von dem der Quell sich ewig sprudelnd stürzt, Das ist die Lust, die solche Pfade würzt! Der Frühling webt schon in den Birken, Und selbst die Fichte fühlt ihn schon; Sollt er nicht auch auf unsre Glieder wirken? MEPHISTOPHELES.
Having collected some thin peelings from the rugged bark of a birch tree that grew on the side of the steep bank to which she gave the appropriate name of the "Birken Shaw," she dried it in her bosom, and then beat it fine upon a big stone, till it resembled the finest white paper.
Having collected some thin peelings from the ragged bark of a birch-tree, that grew on the side of the steep bank to which she gave the appropriate name of the “Birken shaw,” she dried it in her bosom, and then beat it fine upon a big stone, till it resembled the finest white paper.
There's are o' them sittin afore the fire! Ye wudna hearken to me! Janet, ye left a cheir by the fire, Whaur I tauld ye nae cheir suld be! Janet she smilit in her minnie's face: She had brunt the roden reid, But she left aneth the birken cheir The spale frae a coffin-lid! Saft she rase and gaed but the hoose, And ilka dure did steik.
Whitelaw's collection there is a single modern poem (placing Burns as the transition point between the old and new) which rises so high, or pierces so deep, with all its pastoral simplicity, as Smibert's "Widow's Lament." Afore the Lammas tide Had dwin'd the birken tree, In a' our water-side, Nae wife was blest like me: A kind gudeman, and twa Sweet bairns were round me here; But they're a' ta'en awa', Sin' the fa' o' the year.