Crossword-Solution: CORYDON
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| CORYDON | anagram | CROYDON |
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| COUNTRY fellow | 1 answer |
| AMERICAN Civil War battle site | 64 answers |
| CIVIL War battle site (Am.) | 64 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
REATE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with CORYDON (5)
Crayton: this young man, whom I shall distinguish by the name of Corydon, was the reigning favourite of her heart.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar, And from the hills the shadows lengthening fall! ECLOGUE II ALEXIS The shepherd Corydon with love was fired For fair Alexis, his own master's joy: No room for hope had he, yet, none the less, The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus, To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
Corydon, You are a boor, nor heeds a whit your gifts Alexis; no, nor would Iollas yield, Should gifts decide the day.
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf, The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself In wanton sport the flowering cytisus, And Corydon Alexis, each led on By their own longing.
MENALCAS First this frail hemlock-stalk to you I give, Which taught me "Corydon with love was fired For fair Alexis," ay, and this beside, "Who owns the flock?- Meliboeus?" MOPSUS But take you This shepherd's crook, which, howso hard he begged, Antigenes, then worthy to be loved, Prevailed not to obtain- with brass, you see, And equal knots, Menalcas, fashioned fair! ECLOGUE VI TO VARUS First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within The woods to house her.
Quotes with CORYDON (1)
We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother's apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that I felt guilty about everything and that when I was a kid I woke up every morning singing, that I couldn't wait to leap out of bed and rush out of the house into the magical kingdom that was my world, that dust made visible in sunbeams gave me real authentic joy, that my sparkly golden banana-seated bik…