Crossword-Solution: TIMBRELLED
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Timbrelled | a. | Sung to the sound of the timbrel. |
We have 1 clue for the answer “TIMBRELLED”
| Clue | Answers |
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| sung to the accompaniment of the timbrel | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
Godlike; heavenly; excellent in the highest degree;
supremely admirable; apparently above what is human. In this
application, the word admits of comparison; as, the divinest mind. Sir
J. Davies.
Hint 2 anagram
DEIVNI
Hint 3 another clue
"Delicious!"
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Sentences with TIMBRELLED (5)
Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud: Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest; Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrelled anthems dark The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark.
Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove, or green, Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud: Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest; Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrelled anthems dark The sable stoled sorcerers bear his worshiped ark.
Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest, Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud; In vain, with timbrelled anthems dark, The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark.
Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest, Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrelled anthems dark The sable-stolèd sorcerers bear his worshipped ark.
Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, 214 Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud; 215 Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest; Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud; In vain, with timbrelled anthems dark, The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark.