Crossword-Solution: ROOKS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| ROOKS | anagram | KOROS |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
ERAET
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with ROOKS (5)
Perhaps it is different in the eye of other people—but I don’t say it; though public thought will out.” “What do you do on the farm?” “I does carting things all the year, and in seed time I shoots the rooks and sparrows, and helps at pig-killing, sir.” “How much to you?” “Please nine and ninepence and a good halfpenny where ’twas a bad one, sir—ma’am I mane.” “Quite correct.
Gilder, have you got much farther with the mystery?” “There is no mystery,” replied Gilder, as he looked under dreamy eyelids at the rooks.
Oft, too, the ant from out her inmost cells, Fretting the narrow path, her eggs conveys; Or the huge bow sucks moisture; or a host Of rooks from food returning in long line Clamour with jostling wings.
The court was very still, yet full of a latent life: the wheeling and rustling of pigeons about the rectangular yews and across the sunny gravel; the sweep of rooks above the lustrous greyish-purple slates of the roof, and the stir of the tree-tops as they met the breeze which every day, at that hour, came punctually up from the river.
And some see only a golden sky Where the elms their welcoming arms stretch wide To the calling rooks, as they homeward fly At the eventide.
Quotes with ROOKS (3)
February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows …
Be informed, also, that this good and savoury Parish is the home of Hectors, Trapanners, Biters who all go under the general appelation of Rooks. Here are all the Jilts, Cracks, Prostitutes, Night-walkers, Whores, Linnen-lifters, who are like so many Jakes, Privies, Houses of Office, Ordures, Excrements, Easments and piles of Sir-reverence: the whores of Ratcliffe High-way smell of Tarpaulin and stinking Cod from their continuall Traffick with seamen's Breeches. There are oth…
Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their black feathers are stark as soot against the white road and the snow. They stab at the ground with their strange bare bills and gray unfeathered faces. The birds are like rough-edged black stones on a string around this stripped cold neck of road. The old books tell us rooks bring the virtuous dead to heaven’s gate.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: Boston Globe, Chronicle, CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, NYT, Onion, S&S, Three Across, Universal, USA TODAY, WP, WSJ.
Used 61 times in crossword archives (1956–2023).