Crossword-Solution: BLOIS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| BLOIS | anagram | BOILS, BOLIS |
We have 9 clues for the answer “BLOIS”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Château city on the Loire | 1 answer |
| Château de ___ (onetime home of Louis XII) | 1 answer |
| Famous castle on the Loire | 1 answer |
| King Louis XII's birthplace | 1 answer |
| LOIR-et-Cher capital (Fr.) | 1 answer |
| Stephen of ___, King of England, 1135–54. | 1 answer |
| LOIRE River chateaux, famed (Fr.) | 5 answers |
| City on the Loire | 5 answers |
| French town | 18 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TAERE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with BLOIS (5)
For, with the closing of the door, he had become a Huguenot gentleman, over forty and a little grizzled perhaps, but modest and unassuming; wiry, alert, lightning-quick, with a wrist of steel and a heart of gold; and he was about to ascend the stairs of an unknown house at Blois in total darkness.
LXII Next Stephen of Amboise did five thousand lead, The men he prest from Tours and Blois but late, To hard assays unfit, unsure at need, Yet armed to point in well-attempted plate, The land did like itself the people breed, The soil is gentle, smooth, soft, delicate; Boldly they charge, but soon retire for doubt, Like fire of straw, soon kindled, soon burnt out.
France is once more tranquil, with the tranquillity of ruin; he may ride home again to Blois, and look, with what countenance he may, on those gems he had got engraved in the early days of his resentment, “_Souvenez-vous de_ —” Remember! He has killed Polonius, to be sure; but the king is never a penny the worse.
How many cattle, think you, would the Bishop of Tours give for that tale? Or thy brother? Or the Monks of Blois? Minstrels will turn it into songs which thy own Saxon serfs shall sing behind their plough-stilts, and men-at-arms riding through thy Norman towns.
Alp and Cevenne's mountain-solitude, And Blois, and Arles, and Rouen's distant shore, Rhine, Rhone, and Saone, and Garonne, heard the pest; Scared mothers hugged their children to their breast.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: Chronicle, Crossroads, NYT, WP.
Used 12 times in crossword archives (1948–2011).