Crossword-Solution: SODS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SODS | anagram | DOSS, DSOS |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
AERTE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with SODS (5)
How the spirit had pass'd in the moments last There was little trace to reveal: On the still calm face lay no imprint ghast, Save the angel's solemn seal, Yet the hands were clench'd in a death-grip fast, And the sods stamp'd down by the heel.
Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds—and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly.
Why, what would he be at? I tell you, I put the sods upon him.” My lord caught Sir William by the coat with a hooked hand.
Then he took out some sods of turf and lumps of wood and he put these in the bucket, and in a few minutes he had a very nice fire lit.
Indeed, after the sods grew firm, I planted hoops there, and many a good game of croquet have she and I had together there, playing so late that we longed for the chance they have in Sybaris, where, in the evening, they use balls of colored glass, with fireflies shut up inside.
Quotes with SODS (3)
Digging Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To…
Oh, those hateful sods will never make it to Heaven. They’re all on an express elevator to the gay spit-roast dungeon in Hell. Within five minutes of kicking the bucket, they’ll have demon balls swollen with fiery spunk slapping off their shapeless chins.
You want to meet your gods, you filthy cockroaches? Tell the evil sods that Molly Templar says hello when you see them.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: Boston Globe, Chronicle, Crossroads, CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, New Yorker, NY Sun, NYT, Onion, Rock & Roll, Slate, The Atlantic, Three Across, Universal, USA TODAY, WP, WSJ.
Used 365 times in crossword archives (1949–2025).