215.
215.
When innocence first had its dwelling on earth,In my first’s lovely form it alighted;And still to this time, from the hour of its birth,In my first it has greatly delighted.My second’s a part of a smart lady’s dress,Yet on age it may also be found;Again, ’tis a garb when the heart feels distress—And my whole does with pleasure abound.
When innocence first had its dwelling on earth,In my first’s lovely form it alighted;And still to this time, from the hour of its birth,In my first it has greatly delighted.My second’s a part of a smart lady’s dress,Yet on age it may also be found;Again, ’tis a garb when the heart feels distress—And my whole does with pleasure abound.
When innocence first had its dwelling on earth,
In my first’s lovely form it alighted;
And still to this time, from the hour of its birth,
In my first it has greatly delighted.
My second’s a part of a smart lady’s dress,
Yet on age it may also be found;
Again, ’tis a garb when the heart feels distress—
And my whole does with pleasure abound.
216. Why are children at play like a bird in her nest?
217.
My first is male or female, young or old,’Tis very sad if you are forced to doubt one;Much must we pity the false heart or cold,Who is so selfish as to live without one.My second is a noble work of art,Which brings together distant shores and lands;Though neither feet it has, nor head, nor heart,’Tis often furnished with a hundred hands.My whole in youth or age, sickness or health,In joy or sorrow, charms to life can give;Without it, all in vain are hoards of wealth,By it unblest in solitude we live.
My first is male or female, young or old,’Tis very sad if you are forced to doubt one;Much must we pity the false heart or cold,Who is so selfish as to live without one.My second is a noble work of art,Which brings together distant shores and lands;Though neither feet it has, nor head, nor heart,’Tis often furnished with a hundred hands.My whole in youth or age, sickness or health,In joy or sorrow, charms to life can give;Without it, all in vain are hoards of wealth,By it unblest in solitude we live.
My first is male or female, young or old,
’Tis very sad if you are forced to doubt one;
Much must we pity the false heart or cold,
Who is so selfish as to live without one.
My second is a noble work of art,
Which brings together distant shores and lands;
Though neither feet it has, nor head, nor heart,
’Tis often furnished with a hundred hands.
My whole in youth or age, sickness or health,
In joy or sorrow, charms to life can give;
Without it, all in vain are hoards of wealth,
By it unblest in solitude we live.
218. What spice are the Hindoos fond of?
219. Why is a dog like a tanner?
220. Why are A B’s successors seedy?
221. What is nothing good for?
222. I am composed of four letters—the initials of four of the principal personages in Europe—the name of a river in Russia; transposed, I am a part of the Crystal Palace; transposed again, I am notproud, although elevated above the heads of most people.
223.
My first is when the summer windSweeps rustlingly through the trees,When the jasmine spray and the eglantineAre swayed by the whispering breeze;My second, a weapon of bloody strife,Of steel, so cruel and cold,Which ruthlessly takes the soldier’s life,The cowardly, and the bold;My whole is a Poet, by every one known,So wide is his renown.
My first is when the summer windSweeps rustlingly through the trees,When the jasmine spray and the eglantineAre swayed by the whispering breeze;My second, a weapon of bloody strife,Of steel, so cruel and cold,Which ruthlessly takes the soldier’s life,The cowardly, and the bold;My whole is a Poet, by every one known,So wide is his renown.
My first is when the summer wind
Sweeps rustlingly through the trees,
When the jasmine spray and the eglantine
Are swayed by the whispering breeze;
My second, a weapon of bloody strife,
Of steel, so cruel and cold,
Which ruthlessly takes the soldier’s life,
The cowardly, and the bold;
My whole is a Poet, by every one known,
So wide is his renown.
224. Why is the letter y like a young spendthrift?