Crossword-Solution: PAILS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| PAILS | anagram | ALISP, ALSIP, ASLIP, LAPIS, LAPSI, SLIPA, SPIAL |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
AETER
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with PAILS (5)
Since then, when he had happened to see the sun come up in the country or on the water, he had often remembered the young Swedish girl and her milking pails.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me Roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs; Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Now I must go, or my girls will be doing all the work, and I want to cook your supper myself.’ As we went toward the house, we met Ambrosch and Anton, starting off with their milking-pails to hunt the cows.
The women were the most eager and uproarious in this carnival of insult: they beat their saucepans, threw pails of dirty water upon the horses, pelted the coachman with rotten cabbages, and filled the air with screeching and foul words.
When the young wife had done everything she could think of in preparation for her husband’s return, including the making of several birch-bark basins and pails for water, the rain had quite ceased, so she spread her robe just outside the lodge and took up her work-bag, in which she had several pairs of moccasin-tops already beaded.
Quotes with PAILS (3)
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been herefor a long time --it has a hell of a lotto do with helland suspicion of the eyeand the religious objectsand how I mourned themwhen they were made obsceneby my dwarf-heart's doodle. The chief ingredientis mutilation. And mud, day after day, mud like a ritual, and the baby on the platter, cooked but still human, cooked also with little maggots, sewn onto it maybe by somebody's mother, the damn bitch! Even so, I …
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
But clouds bellied out in the sultry heat, the sky cracked open with a crimson gash, spewed flame-and the ancient forest began to smoke. By morning there was a mass of booming, fiery tongues, a hissing, crashing, howling all around, half the sky black with smoke, and the bloodied sun just barely visible. And what can little men do with their spades, ditches, and pails? The forest is no more, it was devoured by fire: stumps and ash. Perhaps illimitable fields will be plowed he…
Where this answer appears
Appears in: Boston Globe, Chronicle, Crossroads, CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, NY Sun, NYT, Universal, USA TODAY, WP, WSJ.
Used 90 times in crossword archives (1943–2025).