stormy, tempestuous night
stormy, tempestuous night
66.
66.
’Twas night—a stormy, tempestuous night,All wakeful and anxious the crew,As they watched my first in its wild, mad flight,While over the waves it flew.And now, in the midst of these wild alarms,My second is dashed on the shore,Till Ocean opens her treacherous arms,And gathers it home once more.Let us turn from these dreary scenes away,So solemn and filled with gloom,And in meadows or pleasant gardens stray,Where in beauty my whole doth bloom.
’Twas night—a stormy, tempestuous night,All wakeful and anxious the crew,As they watched my first in its wild, mad flight,While over the waves it flew.And now, in the midst of these wild alarms,My second is dashed on the shore,Till Ocean opens her treacherous arms,And gathers it home once more.Let us turn from these dreary scenes away,So solemn and filled with gloom,And in meadows or pleasant gardens stray,Where in beauty my whole doth bloom.
’Twas night—a stormy, tempestuous night,
All wakeful and anxious the crew,
As they watched my first in its wild, mad flight,
While over the waves it flew.
And now, in the midst of these wild alarms,
My second is dashed on the shore,
Till Ocean opens her treacherous arms,
And gathers it home once more.
Let us turn from these dreary scenes away,
So solemn and filled with gloom,
And in meadows or pleasant gardens stray,
Where in beauty my whole doth bloom.
67.
I am composed of 12 letters:My 1, 9, 11 is an animal.My 3, 9, 10, 11 is a grain.My 4, 5, 7 is part of a barn.My 12, 2, 6, 8 is a stone.My whole is a body politic.
I am composed of 12 letters:My 1, 9, 11 is an animal.My 3, 9, 10, 11 is a grain.My 4, 5, 7 is part of a barn.My 12, 2, 6, 8 is a stone.My whole is a body politic.
I am composed of 12 letters:
My 1, 9, 11 is an animal.
My 3, 9, 10, 11 is a grain.
My 4, 5, 7 is part of a barn.
My 12, 2, 6, 8 is a stone.
My whole is a body politic.
68. Behead an article of apparel, and leave one who sometimes wears it.