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Correct spelling for THOMS
We think the word thoms is a misspelling. It could be just an incorrect spelling of the words which are suggested below. Review the list and pick the word which you think is the most suitable. For your convenience, we put a usage example below each word
Possible correct spellings for thoms
- Thus(Definition of thus)
- Those(Definition of Those)
- Thomism(Definition of thomism)
- Thews(Definition of thews)
- Thymus(Definition of thymus)
- Them(Definition of Them)
- This(Definition of This)
- Thumb(Definition of thumb)
- Thyme(Definition of thyme)
- Theme(Definition of theme)
- Thomas(Definition of thomas)
- Thomson(Definition of thomson)
When they saw the knights, one dead and the other seemingly in the throes of death, they ordered no one to move them until they had held counsel.
Thus several things came about.
The wind at tourney comes and goes, Spurring the green, unharnessed boughs; The moon has waxed fierce and waned dim: He knew the beauty of all those– Forgotten Dead, I Salute You by Muriel Stuart
It seemed strange to eat breakfast here, but the sandwiches and hot coffee in a thermos bottle were extremely welcome.
Things don't run the way I planned them In the humdrum– Humdrum by Peter Gabriel
Yet live I shall, this life's but small, in place of highest bliss, Where I shall have all I can crave, no life is like to this.– Upon a Fit of Sickness,Anno 1632 Aetatis Suae, 19 by Anne Bradstreet
When i was a child i used to read about fairies, and the book would say that they were six inches tall, or that they were about as big as a man's thumb, or it would tell about their sitting in flowers.
She would draw its attention to the delight of lying face downwards on hot grass where tufts of thyme grew and watching the busy life among the blades and roots.
In the theme of this poem there was undoubtedly something that could hardly fail to humour the half-melancholy mood in which it was manifestly written.
Not they; the kingdom of cunobeline, from the thames to the western sea, fell to pieces at a touch and it was only among the wild silures that caractacus was able to make any great resistance."
Let us glance for a moment at thomas sheard, of the gleaner, who sat in his study, his head resting upon his clenched hand, his pipe cold.
Joe thomson made no reply to her question.