Crossword-Solution: IMMEDICABLE 11 letters, 3 clues 🏆 scrabble score: 20

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Immedicable a. Not to be healed; incurable.

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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TEAER
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greedy person
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The Indians of San Francisco were as immedicable as they were hideous; but the fathers belabored them with sticks and heaven with prayer, and had so far succeeded that if as yet they had sown piety no higher than the knees, they had trained some twelve hundred pairs of hands to useful service.
Rezanov Gertrude Atherton 1996
Such, the alleviations of his state, Prometheus gave to man, for which he hangs Withering in destined pain: but who rains down _100 Evil, the immedicable plague, which, while Man looks on his creation like a God And sees that it is glorious, drives him on, The wreck of his own will, the scorn of earth, The outcast, the abandoned, the alone? _105 Not Jove: while yet his frown shook Heaven ay, when His adversary from adamantine chains Cursed him, he trembled like a slave.
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I Percy Bysshe Shelley 2003
The beast Has a loud trumpet like the scarabee, His crooked tail is barbed with many stings, Each able to make a thousand wounds, and each Immedicable; from his convex eyes _160 He sees fair things in many hideous shapes, And trumpets all his falsehood to the world.
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I Percy Bysshe Shelley 2003
Our life is a false nature--'tis not in The harmony of things,--this hard decree, This uneradicable taint of sin, This boundless upas, this all-blasting tree, Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew-- Disease, death, bondage, all the woes we see-- And worse, the woes we see not--which throb through The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Lord Byron 2004
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds, A long, low distant murmur of dread sound, Such as arises when a nation bleeds With some deep and immedicable wound; Through storm and darkness yawns the rending ground.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Lord Byron 2004