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Doesn't leave room in
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fills
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n. (plural of fill English) Usually used of multiple people, not of a single person. vb. (en-third-person singular of: fill)
Usage examples of fills.
Which fills this vapour, as the aereal hue Of fountain-gazing roses fills the water, Flows from thy mighty sister.
Supreme God, who fills the wide circle of heaven, is the object to whom they are addressed.
Where now, as he turns away, hiding the warm loaf under his grimy suit, the sunlight off the water brightens his face and his identity fills itself in: the aquiline nose, the hawk-like expression, the softness appearing in the brown eyes.
The aroma that fills, as it were, the nostrils of my memory is the sulfurous, protein-dissolving fetor of Nair.
He fills my heart with a wanderlust that is as true as any compass, and I ride.
I cannot say why, but the mere mention of swords and mines fills me with dread.
Some say that the star will grow and grow until it fills the sky, blotting out the sun and moon and stars.
All become dust, and a haze of that dust rises up and fills the air and leaves the whole of the ravaged land a still life in miniature of the vision shown us by Allanon.
Yet this was veiled even to his own mind, by a habit of gentleness and forbearance, which even in this age of the world, often fills the place, and assumes the form of virtue.
But your benevolent countenance, so different from those to which I have been long accustomed, fills me with such confidence, that I dare hope for your indulgence, when I intreat you to spare yourself a useless labour, and to leave in peace the last hours of my life.
The moon is now on the wane: when she fills again, I will send Bindo to inform you what is to be done.
Murderers are pale upon the judgement-seats, And gold grows vile even to the wealthy crone, And laughter fills the Fane, and curses shake the Throne.
Let us drain right joyously The cup which the sweet bird fills for me.
As one who checks a fiend-drawn charioteer, The falsehood and the force of him who reigns Supreme, and with the groans of pining slaves Fills your dim glens and liquid wildernesses: Why answer ye not, still?
As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills The Universe with glorious beams, and kills Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow Of its reverberated lightning.