Crossword-Solution: WREATHES
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| WREATHES | anagram | THEREWAS, WEATHERS |
We have 7 clues for the answer “WREATHES”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Adorns with a Christmas decoration | 1 answer |
| Shapes into a garland | 1 answer |
| Sheathes | 5 answers |
| ADORNS UNNECESSARILY | 10 answers |
| Inter-twines | 10 answers |
| Encircles | 11 answers |
| Envelops. | 12 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
AEAR
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with WREATHES (5)
Then that vile worm that in Calabrian glades Uprears his breast, and wreathes a scaly back, His length of belly pied with mighty spots- While from their founts gush any streams, while yet With showers of Spring and rainy south-winds earth Is moistened, lo! he haunts the pools, and here Housed in the banks, with fish and chattering frogs Crams the black void of his insatiate maw.
Finger with finger wreathes; we love, and gape, Fantastic shape to mazed fantastic shape, Straggling, irregular, perplexed, embossed, Grotesquely twined, extravagantly lost By crescive paths and strange protuberant ways From sanity and from wholeness and from grace.
Laddie leaned against the tree again, and he was thinking so hard, to look at him made me begin to repeat to myself the beech part of that beautiful churchyard poem our big folks recite: "There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide he would stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by." Only he was studying so deeply you could almost feel what was in his mind, and it was not about the brook at all, even if one ran close.
XXXIX I could not say what mischiefs these offend; One dies, and one departs without its tail; Another crippled cannot move an-end, And wriggling wreathes its length without avail: While this, whom more propitious saints befriend, Safe through the grass drags off its slimy trail.
Might well have wept away his eyes and brows: Upbraiding skies and stars, the cavalier, Like lion, in whose veins a fever glows, Roars as he wreathes his wayward hands within His hoary hair, and rends his wrinkled skin.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: CrosSynergy, NYT.
Used 2 times in crossword archives (1995–2002).