Crossword-Solution: PRINTEMPS
We have 5 clues for the answer “PRINTEMPS”
| Clue | Answers |
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| "Le Sacre du ___" (Stravinsky ballet) | 1 answer |
| Seasonably named French star. | 1 answer |
| season French | 2 answers |
| Spring on the Seine | 2 answers |
| French Season | 4 answers |
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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
MCZAEE
Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with PRINTEMPS (5)
She, too, with the same thoughtlessness, had in her reply, set the usual hour of five o’clock, believing that after passing a few minutes in the Printemps or the Galeries on the pretext of shopping, she would be able to slip over to the unfrequented garden without risk of being seen by any of her numerous acquaintances.
And again, La belle Rose du Printemps, Aubert, admoneste les hommes Passer joyeusement le temps, Et pendant que jeunes nous sommes, Esbattre la fleur de nos ans.
Bravant le monde et les sots et les sages, Sans avenir, riche de mon printemps, Leste et joyeux je montais six étages, Dans un grenier qu'on est bien a vingt ans.
Dire au ciel: Je me fie, Mon père, à ta bonté; De ma philosophie Pardonne le gaîté; Que ma saison dernière Soit encore un printemps; Eh gai! c'est la prière Du gros Roger-Bontemps.
Dire au ciel: Je me fie, Mon père, à ta bonté; De ma philosophie Pardonne le gaîté Que ma saison dernière Soit encore un printemps; Eh gai! c’est la prière Du gros Roger-Bontemps.
Quotes with PRINTEMPS (1)
I was reading, absorbed in an assault on K2 by a team of Japanese mountaineers, my lungs constricting in the thin burning air, the deadly sting of wind-lashed ice in my face, when the record -- Le Sacre du Printemps -- caught in the groove with a gnashing squeal as if a stageful of naiads, dryads and spandex satyrs had simultaneously gone lame.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: New Yorker, NYT.
Used 2 times in crossword archives (1955–2022).