Crossword-Solution: MIRK
Dictionary
| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Mirk | a. | Dark; gloomy; murky. |
| Mirk | n. | Darkness; gloom; murk. |
Anagrams
| Word | Anagrams | |
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| MIRK | anagram | KRIM |
We have 1 clue for the answer “MIRK”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Darkness | 72 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
Hint 2 anagram
EMCEZA
Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with MIRK (5)
Afterwards before we lie down to sleep we will talk a little of the way, whitherward we shall turn our faces to-morrow." So they cast on more wood, and pineapples, and sweet it was to Ralph to see her face come clear again from out the mirk of the wood.
But, man, they were sair wonders that God showed to the _Christ-Anna_—wonders, do I ca’ them? Judgments, rather: judgments in the mirk nicht among the draygons o’ the deep.
The sun gaed doun amang unco-lookin’ clouds; it fell as mirk as the pit; no a star, no a breath o’ wund; ye couldnae see your han’ afore your face, and even the auld folk cuist the covers frae their beds and lay pechin’ for their breath.
That was a race with death that the laird rode! In the mirk night, with his broken bridle and his head swimming, he dug his spurs to the rowels in the horse’s side, and the horse, that was even worse off than himself, the poor creature! screamed out loud like a person as he went, so that the hills echoed with it, and the folks at Cauldstaneslap got to their feet about the table and looked at each other with white faces.
Out of the age of gas lamps he glances back slightingly at the mirk and glimmer in which his ancestors wandered; his heart waxes jocund at the contrast; nor do his lips refrain from a stave, in the highest style of poetry, lauding progress and the golden mean.