Crossword-Solution: CXIX
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| CXIX | anagram | XCIX |
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| 119, in old Rome | 1 answer |
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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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Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with CXIX (5)
Then say the Franks: "Baron, an evil luck!" CXIX Swift through the field Turpin the Archbishop passed; Such shaven-crown has never else sung Mass Who with his limbs such prowess might compass; To th'pagan said "God send thee all that's bad! One thou hast slain for whom my heart is sad." So his good horse forth at his bidding ran, He's struck him then on his shield Toledan, Until he flings him dead on the green grass.
CXVIII “Not home,” quoth Tancred, “to my wonted tent, But bear me to this royal town, I pray, That if cut short by human accident I die, there I may see my latest day, The place where Christ upon his cross was rent To heaven perchance may easier make the way, And ere I yield to Death’s and Fortune’s rage, Performed shall be my vow and pilgrimage.” CXIX Thus to the city was Tancredi borne, And fell on sleep, laid on a bed of down.
CXIX But when the Pagan’s joy and comfort fled, It seemed the sun was set, the day was night, Gainst the brave prince with whom he combated He turned, and on the forehead struck the knight: When thunders forged are in Typhoius’ bed, Not Brontes’ hammer falls so swift, so right; The furious stroke fell on Rinaldo’s crest, And made him bend his head down to his breast.
CXIX Nor Rodomont to Nimrod yields in might, Proud and untamed; and who would not forbear To scale the lofty firmament till night, Could he in this wide world descry the stair.
CXIX With the high tower the beauteous gallery, clear Beyond the city-wall, projected out, From whence might be discovered, far and near, The spacious fields and different roads about.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: LAT, Newsday, NY Sun, WSJ.
Used 4 times in crossword archives (2004–2025).