Crossword-Solution: DOOL
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| DOOL | anagram | LOOD |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
EETAR
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with DOOL (5)
One day he came before the king, And kneel’d low on his knee: “A boon, a boon, my good uncle, I crave to ask of thee! “At our lang wars, in fair Scotland, I fain ha’e wish’d to be, If fifteen hundred waled wight men You’ll grant to ride with me.” “Thou shall ha’e thae, thou shall ha’e mae; I say it sickerlie; And I myself, an auld gray man, Array’d your host shall see.” King Edward rade, King Edward ran— I wish him dool and pyne! Till he had fifteen hundred men Assembled on the Tyne.
Wearied out with midnight riot Mystic Nature slumbers now; Mouldering bodies rest in quiet, 'Neath their tomb-lids damp and low; Sad and chill the wind is sighing Through the reeds that skirt the pool, All around looks dead or dying, Wrapt in sorrow, clad in dool.
One day he came before the king, And kneeld low on his knee A boon a boon my good uncle, I crave to ask of thee “At our lang wars i’ fair Scotland I lang hae lang’d to be If fifteen hunder wale wight men You’ll grant to ride wi’ me.” “Thou sal hae thae thou sal hae mae I say it sickerly; And I mysel an auld grey man Arrayd your host sal see.”— King Edward rade King Edward ran— I wish him dool and pain! Till he had fifteen hundred men Assembled on the Tyne.
But the captain wadna hark to my rede when I tauld him naught but dool wad cooin o' taking Mungo." It seemed that John Paul, contrary to MacMuir's advice, had shipped as carpenter on the voyage out--near seven months since--a man by the name of Mungo Maxwell.
Say, have your brithers softer beds than yours? Is your ain father served with larger potatoes or creamier buttermilk? Whose mither sae kind as yours, ungrateful chiel? Gae to Elfland, Wild Robin; and dool and wae follow ye! dool and wae follow ye!" The round yellow sun had dropped behind the hills; the evening breezes began to blow; and now could be heard the faint trampling of small hoofs, and the tinkling of tiny bridle-bells: the fairies were trooping over the ground.