Crossword clues for sipping
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Sip \Sip\ (s[i^]p), v. t. [imp. & p. p. Sipped (s[i^]pt); p. pr. & vb. n. Sipping.] [OE. sippen; akin to OD. sippen, and AS. s?pan to sip, suck up, drink. See Sup, v. t.]
To drink or imbibe in small quantities; especially, to take in with the lips in small quantities, as a liquid; as, to sip tea. ``Every herb that sips the dew.''
--Milton.To draw into the mouth; to suck up; as, a bee sips nectar from the flowers.
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To taste the liquor of; to drink out of. [Poetic]
They skim the floods, and sip the purple flowers.
--Dryden.
Wiktionary
n. The act of taking a sip. vb. (present participle of sip English)
WordNet
See sip
Usage examples of "sipping".
Five minutes later the flat was clear and Nick was sipping his tea in silence while Albie started to clear away the remains of the front door.
Ten minutes later the bitch was being fed the hot milk and whisky and he was sipping on his toddy, admiring the newborn babies, when his mobile phone rang.
He studied her sitting by the window table of his restaurant, sipping mineral water and watching the world go by.
Chapter Thirty-Nine Donna was sipping a glass of lemonade, while Alan and his henchmen were soring out the last of the Bay View Hotel.
Alan sat on the splendid verandah of the hotel sipping a large scotch.
Maeve pulled away from her and walked over to where Donna sat sipping whisky and nibbling a ham sandwich.
She made a pot of tea as well, and afterward we sat by the fireside sipping it from heavy red porcelain mugs.
Hank, Belle, and Cody sitting around the table, sipping coffee, and discussing someone named Edna.
He bit the tender spot under her ear and traced his mouth over her throat, sipping and suckling as he went, taking tiny pieces of her skin between his white teeth to deliver a series of sharp, erotic stings.
She seated herself, pouring more water into her goblet, and sipping it while she waited.
She took the glass he handed her, and stood sipping, staring at nothing in particular, going over the plans they had laid.
She found Risk Kincaid at a table against the far wall, sipping a black coffee, his cream puff untouched.
They sat quiet for a while then, each sipping, and letting the water whisper its song down the wall and disappear.
Cantra checked her numbers for transition, found nothing to adjust and sat back in her chair, sipping what was left of the tea.
The bowls were empty now, and they sat sipping the last of the tea, companionably silent.