Crossword-Solution: EMBATHE 7 letters, 1 clue 🏆 scrabble score: 14

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Embathe v. t. To bathe; to imbathe.

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EMBATHE anagram THEBEAM

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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
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EERAT
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greedy person
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Loathing thy polluted lot, Hie thee, Maiden! hie thee hence! Seek thy weeping mother's cot, With a wiser innocence! Mute the Lavrac [1] and forlorn While she moults those firstling plumes That had skimm'd the tender corn, Or the bean-field's od'rous blooms; Soon with renovating wing, Shall she dare a loftier flight, Upwards to the day-star sing, And embathe in heavenly light.
Biographia Epistolaris, Volume 1. Coleridge, ed. Turnbull 2005
Loathing thy polluted lot, Hie thee, Maiden! hie thee hence! Seek thy weeping mother's cot, With a wiser innocence! Mute the Lavrac[28] and forlorn While she moults those firstling plumes That had skimm'd the tender corn, Or the bean-field's od'rous blooms; Soon with renovating wing, Shall she dare a loftier flight, Upwards to the day-star sing, And embathe in heavenly light.
Reminiscences of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey Joseph Cottle 2005
Soon with renovated wing, Shall she dare a loftier flight, Upward to the day-star spring, And embathe in heavenly light.
Reminiscences of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey Joseph Cottle 2005
The waves which gush, And softly splash against the rocky shores, Are dyed by richest, ever varying tints, Like those, we fancy, tinge that sea that flows, Around the throne of God, and, in whose billows, The seraphs, as wing'd birds, embathe their breasts-- Whilst heaven becomes another sea like that-- And all is bright waves dashing o'er our hearts, And making music sweeter than the songs Of those we loved in youth, ere hatred grew.
Lays of Ancient Virginia, and Other Poems James Avis Bartley 2005
Thou bendest o'er his forehead e'en as a lily, brimming with clear dews, that stoops in beauteous sorrow to embathe its neighbouring bud.
The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor Stephen Cullen Carpenter 2007