Crossword-Solution: SLOVENRY
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Slovenry | n. | Slovenliness. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “SLOVENRY”
| Clue | Answers |
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| quality of being slovenly | 1 answer |
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Dermatological complaint
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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
CAMEZE
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eruption
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Sentences with SLOVENRY (5)
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch’d With rainy marching in the painful field; There’s not a piece of feather in our host— Good argument, I hope, we will not fly— And time hath worn us into slovenry; But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They’ll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o’er the French soldiers’ heads And turn them out of service.
BENNINGTON We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our guilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host (Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly), And time hath worn us into slovenry.
Let me speak proudly:--Tell the Constable, We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our gilt, are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host (Good argument, I hope, we will not fly), And time hath worn us into slovenry; But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads, And turn them out of service.
Let me speak proudly:--Tell the Constable, We are but warriors for the working-day:[24] Our gayness and our guilt[25] are all besmirch’d With rainy marching in the painful field, And time hath worn us into slovenry.
The large bed was ruffled where she had been lying down, and the soiled copy of a novelette gave it a sort of stale slovenry.