Crossword-Solution: NEAERA
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| NEAERA | anagram | ARENAE |
We have 4 clues for the answer “NEAERA”
| Clue | Answers |
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| APOLLO, wife of | 1 answer |
| LAMPETIA, mother of | 1 answer |
| PHAETHUSA, mother of | 1 answer |
| HELIOS, wife of | 2 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
RTEEA
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with NEAERA (5)
MENALCAS O every way Unhappy sheep, unhappy flock! while he Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice Should fall on me, this hireling shepherd here Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
XII Then Phillis' and Neaera's praise forbear, And ye who sing of Amaryllis cease, Or flying Galataea, not so fair, Tityrus and Melibaeus, with your peace! 'Twas here the beauteous lady took a mare, Which liked her best, of all that herd's increase.
And Polypoetes, dear to Ares, slew Dresaeus, whom the Nymph Neaera bare To passing-wise Theiodamas for these Spread was the bed of love beside the foot Of Sipylus the Mountain, where the Gods Made Niobe a stony rock, wherefrom Tears ever stream: high up, the rugged crag Bows as one weeping, weeping, waterfalls Cry from far-echoing Hermus, wailing moan Of sympathy: the sky-encountering crests Of Sipylus, where alway floats a mist Hated of shepherds, echo back the cry.
They do not breed, nor do they become fewer in number, and they are tended by the goddesses Phaethusa and Lampetie, who are children of the sun-god Hyperion by Neaera.
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherds trade, And strictly meditate the thankles Muse, Were it not better don as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of Noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious dayes: But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze.