Crossword-Solution: SPOUSELESS
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Spouseless | a. | Destitute of a spouse; unmarried. |
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| living alone | 7 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
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eruption
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Sentences with SPOUSELESS (5)
Nor for a dear lost father only flow The filial tears, but woe succeeds to woe To tempt the spouseless queen with amorous wiles Resort the nobles from the neighbouring isles; From Samos, circled with the Ionian main, Dulichium, and Zacynthas’ sylvan reign; Ev’n with presumptuous hope her bed to ascend, The lords of Ithaca their right pretend.
Gliding near the Lido--where so many rings of Doges lie lost beneath the waves--I heard the pleasant sound of female voices upon the water--and then, with a sudden glory, rose a sad, wild hymn, like the musical wail of the forsaken sea:-- The spouseless Adriatic mourns her lord.
Then home To my still marriage-chamber I shall come, And spouseless, childless, watch the slow years crawl.
People, old men of my city, lordly wise and hoar of head, I a spouseless bride and crownless but with garlands of the dead From the fruitful light turn silent to my dark unchilded bed.
But these are foolish things to all the wise, And I love Wisdom more than she loves me; My tendency is to philosophise On most things, from a tyrant to a tree; But still the spouseless virgin _Knowledge_ flies.
Quotes with SPOUSELESS (1)
She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly - the thought of the world's concern at her situation - was founded on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought. If she made herself miserable the livelong night and day it was only this much to them - 'Ah, she makes h…