50.
50.
To you who livesingle, if this at all trouble you,My first comes in kindness, commanding todouble you.And again, it willdouble you, if, like a clown,You lift high yoursole, and bend your head down;Or, cut it in twain, twoV’swill appear,AndVcounting five, both maketenit is clear.My second, alas! comes shrouded in gloom,It isO, which makeswo,the sinner’s sad doom.Now see what a change comes over the scene,If my third, which isO, be added again.Now ’tiswoo—and what bachelor’s heart does not beat,Towooa sweet damsel, to keep warm his feet;To cheer by her smiles his lone hours—and thusEscape, by good fortune, the bachelor’s curse!My fourth and my last, as I’ll go on to tell,Is nought more or less than acapital L.NowLbeingfifty, will even divideOne Hundred, or teachers and books have all lied.Now examine with care, and plain you will seeThat to unlock a secret, anLis the key;Forwoo, withLadded, is changed intowool,Whether worn on asheep, or an African’s skull.Whether made into clothing, for bed or for body,For “sage politician” or some othernoddy.It is used, the world over, in commerce and trade;But itslast use, I trow, was to make acharade.
To you who livesingle, if this at all trouble you,My first comes in kindness, commanding todouble you.And again, it willdouble you, if, like a clown,You lift high yoursole, and bend your head down;Or, cut it in twain, twoV’swill appear,AndVcounting five, both maketenit is clear.My second, alas! comes shrouded in gloom,It isO, which makeswo,the sinner’s sad doom.Now see what a change comes over the scene,If my third, which isO, be added again.Now ’tiswoo—and what bachelor’s heart does not beat,Towooa sweet damsel, to keep warm his feet;To cheer by her smiles his lone hours—and thusEscape, by good fortune, the bachelor’s curse!My fourth and my last, as I’ll go on to tell,Is nought more or less than acapital L.NowLbeingfifty, will even divideOne Hundred, or teachers and books have all lied.Now examine with care, and plain you will seeThat to unlock a secret, anLis the key;Forwoo, withLadded, is changed intowool,Whether worn on asheep, or an African’s skull.Whether made into clothing, for bed or for body,For “sage politician” or some othernoddy.It is used, the world over, in commerce and trade;But itslast use, I trow, was to make acharade.
To you who livesingle, if this at all trouble you,
My first comes in kindness, commanding todouble you.
And again, it willdouble you, if, like a clown,
You lift high yoursole, and bend your head down;
Or, cut it in twain, twoV’swill appear,
AndVcounting five, both maketenit is clear.
My second, alas! comes shrouded in gloom,
It isO, which makeswo,the sinner’s sad doom.
Now see what a change comes over the scene,
If my third, which isO, be added again.
Now ’tiswoo—and what bachelor’s heart does not beat,
Towooa sweet damsel, to keep warm his feet;
To cheer by her smiles his lone hours—and thus
Escape, by good fortune, the bachelor’s curse!
My fourth and my last, as I’ll go on to tell,
Is nought more or less than acapital L.
NowLbeingfifty, will even divide
One Hundred, or teachers and books have all lied.
Now examine with care, and plain you will see
That to unlock a secret, anLis the key;
Forwoo, withLadded, is changed intowool,
Whether worn on asheep, or an African’s skull.
Whether made into clothing, for bed or for body,
For “sage politician” or some othernoddy.
It is used, the world over, in commerce and trade;
But itslast use, I trow, was to make acharade.
Not a rose that blooms,Not a ring that assumesThe rainbow’s beautiful front,But’s indebted to me,As ye plainly see,For the scent or splendor on’t.The moon and the starsThat around ye roll,The systems ye can not discern,Are warmed by my rays,And partake of the soulAnd the spirit that in me burn.And nothing throws back with such splendor my rays,As the sea’s mighty mirror in midsummer days.
Not a rose that blooms,Not a ring that assumesThe rainbow’s beautiful front,But’s indebted to me,As ye plainly see,For the scent or splendor on’t.The moon and the starsThat around ye roll,The systems ye can not discern,Are warmed by my rays,And partake of the soulAnd the spirit that in me burn.And nothing throws back with such splendor my rays,As the sea’s mighty mirror in midsummer days.
Not a rose that blooms,
Not a ring that assumes
The rainbow’s beautiful front,
But’s indebted to me,
As ye plainly see,
For the scent or splendor on’t.
The moon and the stars
That around ye roll,
The systems ye can not discern,
Are warmed by my rays,
And partake of the soul
And the spirit that in me burn.
And nothing throws back with such splendor my rays,
As the sea’s mighty mirror in midsummer days.
52. And like the temple of this body, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself shall fall, and, like this insubstantial vision faded, leave not a rack behind.
53. Letter I.
54. When it is a cutter.
55. Letter N.
56. Five when peeled.
57. He is a bit of a buck.
58. His daughter.
59. It matures by falling dew.
60. Ben-ha-dad.
61. Because it is never peeled (pealed) but once.
62. Because it is every year doubling (Dublin).
63. Tobacco.
64. The nose.
65. Because they have so many panes (pains).
66. J’ai grand appétit. Allons souper.
67. Water.
68. Ice.
69. Those that come after T.