72.Pronounced as one letter, and written with three,Two letters there are, and two only in me;I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray,I am read from both ends, and the same either way,I am restless and wandering, steady and fixed,And you know not one hour what I may be the next.I melt, and I kindle—beseech, and defy,I am watery and moist, I am fiery and dry.I am scornful and scowling, compassionate, meek;I am light, I am dark, I am strong, I am weak.I’m piercing and clean, I am heavy and dull;Expressive and languid, contracted and full.I’m a globe and a mirror, a window, a door,An index, an organ, and fifty things more.I belong to all animals under the sun,And to those who were long understood to have none.My language is plain, though it can not be heard,And I speak without even pronouncing a word.Some call me a diamond—some say I am jet;Others talk of my water, or how I am set.I’m a borough in England, in Scotland a stream,And an isle of the sea in the Irishman’s dream.The earth without me would no loveliness wear,And sun, moon, and stars at my wish disappear.Yet so frail is my tenure, so brittle my joy,That a speck gives me pain, and a drop can destroy.
72.
Pronounced as one letter, and written with three,Two letters there are, and two only in me;I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray,I am read from both ends, and the same either way,I am restless and wandering, steady and fixed,And you know not one hour what I may be the next.I melt, and I kindle—beseech, and defy,I am watery and moist, I am fiery and dry.I am scornful and scowling, compassionate, meek;I am light, I am dark, I am strong, I am weak.I’m piercing and clean, I am heavy and dull;Expressive and languid, contracted and full.I’m a globe and a mirror, a window, a door,An index, an organ, and fifty things more.I belong to all animals under the sun,And to those who were long understood to have none.My language is plain, though it can not be heard,And I speak without even pronouncing a word.Some call me a diamond—some say I am jet;Others talk of my water, or how I am set.I’m a borough in England, in Scotland a stream,And an isle of the sea in the Irishman’s dream.The earth without me would no loveliness wear,And sun, moon, and stars at my wish disappear.Yet so frail is my tenure, so brittle my joy,That a speck gives me pain, and a drop can destroy.
Pronounced as one letter, and written with three,Two letters there are, and two only in me;I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray,I am read from both ends, and the same either way,I am restless and wandering, steady and fixed,And you know not one hour what I may be the next.I melt, and I kindle—beseech, and defy,I am watery and moist, I am fiery and dry.
Pronounced as one letter, and written with three,
Two letters there are, and two only in me;
I’m double, I’m single, I’m black, blue, and gray,
I am read from both ends, and the same either way,
I am restless and wandering, steady and fixed,
And you know not one hour what I may be the next.
I melt, and I kindle—beseech, and defy,
I am watery and moist, I am fiery and dry.
I am scornful and scowling, compassionate, meek;
I am light, I am dark, I am strong, I am weak.
I’m piercing and clean, I am heavy and dull;
Expressive and languid, contracted and full.
I’m a globe and a mirror, a window, a door,
An index, an organ, and fifty things more.
I belong to all animals under the sun,
And to those who were long understood to have none.
My language is plain, though it can not be heard,
And I speak without even pronouncing a word.
Some call me a diamond—some say I am jet;
Others talk of my water, or how I am set.
I’m a borough in England, in Scotland a stream,
And an isle of the sea in the Irishman’s dream.
The earth without me would no loveliness wear,
And sun, moon, and stars at my wish disappear.
Yet so frail is my tenure, so brittle my joy,
That a speck gives me pain, and a drop can destroy.
73. What vessel is that which is always asking leave to move?
74. Translate the following into Latin—
42, 8 rocks, e e e e e e e e e e, 46. 2. 14. 8. 0.