• Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Whilk (Zoöl) A kind of mollusk, a whelk.
    • Whilk (Zoöl) The scoter.
    • pron Whilk Which.Whilk is sometimes used in Chaucer to represent the Northern dialect.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n whilk Another form of whelk, properly welk, wilk.
    • whilk An obsolete or Scotch form of which.
    • n whilk The scoter, Œdemia nigra. Montagu. See cut under scoter.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • pron Whilk hwilk an obsolete form of which.
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
See Whelk a mollusk


In literature:

Don't say it's you, Mr Whilks!
"Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit" by Charles Dickens
Whilk cause is the best I cannot say.
"A Legend of Montrose" by Sir Walter Scott
But I s' warran' she kenned weel eneuch whilk o' them was her ain.
"Sir Gibbie" by George MacDonald
Although, indeed, ye wear the trews, a garment whilk I approve maist of the twa, as mair ancient and seemly.
"Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete" by Sir Walter Scott
For there is a sense in whilk I may be nearly almost said to be his correspondent.
"David Balfour, Second Part" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Think on his pride and vainglory, whilk Scripture says shall be brocht low.
"The Black Douglas" by S. R. Crockett
Next day, out we were taken for the whilk purpose; and we went through our motions bravely.
"The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself" by David Macbeth Moir
Then, laddie, ye wull hae earned yoursel' th' penny-fee for whilk ye hae perilled your saul.
"Adrift in the Ice-Fields" by Charles W. Hall
Believe me or doubt me, I dinna care whilk, vol.
"The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume VI" by Various
Believe me or doubt me, I dinna care whilk, vol.
"The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI." by Various

In poetry:

Whan years had gane, a printed beuk
Cam' oot, whilk I hae aften seen,
An' it was seal'd, an' it was sign'd,
By ministers a guidly wheen.
"Gran'Faither At Cam'slang" by Janet Hamilton
"And didna ye get the locks, the locks,
The locks o' my ain black hair,
Whilk I sent by post, whilk I sent by box,
Whilk I sent by the carrier?"
"The Lang Coortin'" by Lewis Carroll
O! I ha'e ken'd—I ken e'en now—
O' hames to whilk a mither's care
Has brocht contentment wi' sic lot—
For mither's love, an' God's, war there!
"Winter" by Janet Hamilton
The aul' kirkyard!—the aul' kirkyard!—
Its crowdit graves an' mossy stanes;—
I've coft me there a lanely grave,
In whilk I houp to lay my banes.
"The Aul' Kirkyard" by Janet Hamilton
An' by his treacherous doom, whilk aye she'll murne,
An' by the Bruce, an' by red Bannockburn—
Tae your immortal memories she will turn
For ever—Wallace, Bruce, an' Bannockburn.
"Auld Scotlan'" by Janet Hamilton
Again I ha'e ta'en to the clinkin' o' rhymes—
It's no on the signs, it's the deeds o' the times
O' whilk I wad speak; about what is gaun on
Aroun' us, amang us, an' farther beyon'.
"Rhymes For The Times: III" by Janet Hamilton