Crossword-Solution: TEIGN
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| TEIGN | anagram | GENIT, GETIN, TINGE |
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| BRITISH river | 48 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
The superficial contents of any figure; the surface included
within any given lines; superficial extent; as, the area of a square or
a triangle.
Hint 2 anagram
AAER
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with TEIGN (5)
THE prettiest scenery in all England—and if I am contradicted in that assertion, I will say in all Europe—is in Devonshire, on the southern and south-eastern skirts of Dartmoor, where the rivers Dart, and Avon, and Teign form themselves, and where the broken moor is half cultivated, and the wild-looking upland fields are half moor.
The strata extend over a plain nine miles long, and they consist of the materials of decomposed and worn-down granite and vegetable matter, and have evidently filled up an ancient hollow or lake-like expansion of the valleys of the Bovey and Teign.
This was nearly three miles from Nuncombe, and was a beautiful wild slope of ground, full of ancient, blighted, blasted, but still half-living oaks,--oaks that still brought forth leaves,--overlooking a bend of the river Teign.
THE PARSON'S DAUGHTER OF OXNEY COLNE By Anthony Trollope (_London Review_, 2 March 1861) The prettiest scenery in all England--and if I am contradicted in that assertion, I will say in all Europe--is in Devonshire, on the southern and southeastern skirts of Dartmoor, where the rivers Dart and Avon and Teign form themselves, and where the broken moor is half cultivated, and the wild-looking uplands fields are half moor.
Pendant une heure, on l'écrasa de boulets et de mitraille, croyant à chaque instant qu'elle allait amener son pavillon; puis comme elle ne l'amenait pas, la grêle de bronze continua, fauchant ses mâts, balayant son pont, trouant sa carène, jusqu'à ce que son dernier canon s'éteignît, pareil à un dernier soupir, et qu'elle demeurât rasée comme un ponton dans l'immobilité et dans le silence de la mort.