Crossword-Solution: SPEEL
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SPEEL | anagram | PEELS, PELES, SEPEL, SLEEP |
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| STAIRCASE spindle | 1 answer |
| act of ascending | 2 answers |
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One’s able to vote
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Hint 1 meaning
One who elects, or has the right of choice; a person who
is entitled to take part in an election, or to give his vote in favor
of a candidate for office.
Hint 2 anagram
ROTEELC
Hint 3 another clue
A BALLOT CAST BY A VOTER WHO VOTES FOR ALL THE CANDIDATES OF ONE PARTY
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Sentences with SPEEL (5)
Puir Cuddie! he's gane, puir fallow, that wad hae dune aught in the warld I bade him, and ne'er asked a reason--an' I've had nae time to draw up wi' the new pleugh-lad yet; forby that, they say he's gaun to be married to Meg Murdieson, illfaur'd cuttie as she is." "You must find some one to go, Jenny; life and death depend upon it." "I wad gang mysell, my leddy, for I could creep out at the window o' the pantry, and speel down by the auld yew-tree weel eneugh--I hae played that trick ere now.
Puir Cuddie! he’s gane, puir fallow, that wad hae dune aught in the warld I bade him, and ne’er asked a reason--an’ I’ve had nae time to draw up wi’ the new pleugh-lad yet; forby that, they say he’s gaun to be married to Meg Murdieson, illfaur’d cuttie as she is.” “You must find some one to go, Jenny; life and death depend upon it.” “I wad gang mysell, my leddy, for I could creep out at the window o’ the pantry, and speel down by the auld yew-tree weel eneugh--I hae played that trick ere now.
The magic wand then let us wield; For, ance that five-an'-forty's speel'd, See crazy, weary, joyless eild, Wi' wrinkl'd face, Comes hostin', hirplin', owre the field, Wi' creepin' pace.
The cat should be let out of the pock by my declaring, that Nanse, the goodwife, had also a finger in the pie--as, do what ye like, women will make their points good--she having overcome me in her wheedling way, by telling me, that it was curious I had no ambition to speel the ladder of gentility, and hold up my chin in imitation of my betters.
Give me the hour when bells are rung, And dinsome wheels are still, When engines rest, and toilers leave The workshop, forge, and mill; With smiling lip, and gladsome e'e, My gudewife welcomes me; Our bairnies clap their wee white hands, And speel upon my knee.