Crossword-Solution: THICKS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| THICKS | anagram | KITSCH, SHTICK, SKITCH |
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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
AARE
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with THICKS (5)
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres! Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Through seething wastes below, billows above, My soul should rise in eager, hungering leaps; Through thorny thicks, through sands unstable press-- Out of my dream to him who slumbers not nor sleeps.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres? Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman’s mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold, Her skin was white as leprosy; The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.
BOOK SIXTH “Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman’s mate? Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.” COLERIDGE.
Till airs from the needle-thicks brought me A low lamentation, As ’twere of a tree-god disheartened, Perplexed, or in pain.
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Appears in: NYT.
Used 1 time in crossword archives (1970).