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Song of lamentation
Answer for the clue "Song of lamentation ", 8 letters:
threnody
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Wikipedia
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Threnody is a song, hymn or poem of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person. Threnody may also refer to: Threnody (Engel album) , 2010 Threnody (Frida song) , 1982 single Threnody (Woe of Tyrants album) , 2010 Threnody (comics) , a ...
Wiktionary
Word definitions in Wiktionary
n. A song or poem of lamentation or mourning for a dead person; a dirge; an elegy.
WordNet
Word definitions in WordNet
n. a song or hymn of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person [syn: dirge , coronach , lament , requiem ]
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"song of lamentation," 1630s, from Greek threnodia "lamentation," from threnos "dirge, lament" + oide "ode" (see ode ). Greek threnos probably is from PIE imitative root *dher- (3) "to drone, murmur, hum;" cognates: Old English dran "drone," Gothic drunjus ...
Usage examples of threnody.
The cowgirl gradually came closer to me, avoiding Threnody, and I realized that she, like the gnomides, felt more comfortable with her own sex.
Had I been really smart, I could have figured out exactly what made sense about Threnody and maybe saved myself an extraordinary amount of grief.
I should stay away from Threnody, because she was either crazy or dangerous, possibly both.
When I knocked, the music halted, and in a moment Threnody opened the door.
Progress was slow, because I had to walk and keep a constant eye on Threnody as well as on the landscape.
So I had to believe that Threnody could lie, and that therefore she spoke the truth when she warned me to be wary of anything she said.
Now Threnody drew out one of the white objects Magician Yin had given me.
He thought I was Threnody and that I had now armed myself with the terrible evil sword!
So I held on, soothing it with my gentle feminine touch--that, too, I had learned about when Threnody kissed me and held me the night before, despite the lie that touch implied--keeping it in place while we slowly solidified.
I wondered how Threnody had managed to survive alone in her cabin so long.
I now had the chore of explaining things to Threnody, who had not been in a position to appreciate much of what had happened recently.
I trusted my valuable and delicate feminine body close to the brute hunk Threnody was using and discussed our escape.
The cowfolk cooperated in fitting Threnody with a bullhead, so that she looked very much like the King himself.
Maybe the mask-helmet Threnody wore prevented her from hearing exactly what I was saying.
Of course the point slid through it, brushing it aside, and Threnody did not have to dive out of the way.