Crossword-Solution: PICTS
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Picts | n. pl. | A race of people of uncertain origin, who inhabited Scotland in early times. |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
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greedy person
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Sentences with PICTS (5)
There rose a king in Scotland, A fell man to his foes, He smote the Picts in battle, He hunted them like roes.
Thirty feet high is the Wall, and on the Picts' side, the North, is a ditch, strewn with blades of old swords and spear-heads set in wood, and tyres of wheels joined by chains.
After we passed this mighty nothing, called a wall, something like the Picts' walls so famous in Northumberland, built by the Romans, we began to find the country thinly inhabited, and the people rather confined to live in fortified towns, as being subject to the inroads and depredations of the Tartars, who rob in great armies, and therefore are not to be resisted by the naked inhabitants of an open country.
The ancient monument carries you further back, and there are Celtic authorities that translate its name the "Stone of Victory." The "Pechtland Hills"--their elder name--were once a refuge for the Picts; and Caerketton--probably Caer-etin, the giant's strong-hold--is one of them.
The Picts furnish to-day perhaps a third of the population of Scotland, say another third for Scots and Britons, and the third for Norse and Angles is a bad third.
Quotes with PICTS (2)
From the bonny bells of heather, They brewed a drink long syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they drank it, And lay in blessed swound, For days and days together, In their dwellings underground. There rose a King in Scotland, A fell man to his foes, He smote the Picts in battle, He hunted them like roes. Over miles of the red mountain He hunted as they fled, And strewed the dwarfish bodies Of the dying and the dead. Summer came in…
My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.
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Appears in: Boston Globe, Crossroads, CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, NYT, Slate, Three Across, Universal, USA TODAY, WSJ.
Used 51 times in crossword archives (1943–2025).