What is the correct spelling for WHAEN?

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Correct spellings for WHAEN

  • vane Then Captain Runacles turned the hour-glass abruptly; and for an hour there was no sound in the pavilion garden but the scratching of quills, the murmur of pigeons on the roof, and the creaking of the gilded vane above them.
  • wain Their next speech was with a trooper, who overtook them, and wanted to know what they had in the wain for Werner.
  • waken But though I shouted loud enough to waken the dead, you didn't answer, and not a soul was aboard but myself.
  • wan Why so pale and wan ?
  • wane He waited until the moon was on the wane , and then, armed with the necessary implements, went into the garden.
  • warn Gordon would have liked to warn her to keep away from the dam, but he did not see how it could be done unless he offered some reason, and that was a thing he shrank from.
  • wayne My name is Wayne -Arnold Wayne -you may have heard Mr. Waring speak of me?
  • wean The harsher our experiences are here, the better, if they more surely wean us from earth and all earthly things, and make eternity the habitation of our thoughts.
  • wen Uncle Peter Cox, an aged man of eighty-eight years, has a wen on the back of his neck, running between his shoulders, larger than a two- quart bowl, that has been over thirty years coming.
  • wheaten They have no wheaten bread here; they live not on the "fat of the land," as the Christian poverty-vowing monks of our own and past times.
  • when It was just about dark when her father called.
  • whine He'd write a line, and then throw down the pen and cry and whine like a baby.
  • whiner
  • wine Like the round pearl that Egypt drunk in wine, The sun half sinks i' the brimming, rosy brine: – Night by Sidney Lanier
  • Ween My loved, my honoured, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequestered scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah, though his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween!
  • Wuhan
  • whens

27 words made from the letters WHAEN