And as trim bees rise or go,A long aim I’d say, a libel O!
And as trim bees rise or go,A long aim I’d say, a libel O!
And as trim bees rise or go,A long aim I’d say, a libel O!
Fruit and flowers are hidden here in anagrams, each in its order separately.
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NOW ONE OLD FORT.
What place is this?
RABID OWL.
Change this bird into a beast.
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Alas, for that forgotten dayWhen chivalry was nourish’d,When none but friars learn’d to pray,And beef and beauty flourish’d;And fraud in kings was held accursed,And falsehood sin was reckon’d,And mighty chargers bore myfirst,And fat monks wore mysecond!Ah, then I carried sword and shieldAnd casque with flaunting feather,And earn’d my spurs in battle-field,In winter and rough weather;And polish’d many a sonnet upTo ladies’ eyes and tresses;And learn’d to drain my father’s cup,And loose my falcon’s jesses!But dim is now my grandeur’s gleam,The mongrel mob grows prouder;And everything is done by steam,And men are kill’d by powder;And now I feel my swift decay,And give unheeded orders;And rot in paltry state awayWith sheriffs and recorders.
Alas, for that forgotten dayWhen chivalry was nourish’d,When none but friars learn’d to pray,And beef and beauty flourish’d;And fraud in kings was held accursed,And falsehood sin was reckon’d,And mighty chargers bore myfirst,And fat monks wore mysecond!Ah, then I carried sword and shieldAnd casque with flaunting feather,And earn’d my spurs in battle-field,In winter and rough weather;And polish’d many a sonnet upTo ladies’ eyes and tresses;And learn’d to drain my father’s cup,And loose my falcon’s jesses!But dim is now my grandeur’s gleam,The mongrel mob grows prouder;And everything is done by steam,And men are kill’d by powder;And now I feel my swift decay,And give unheeded orders;And rot in paltry state awayWith sheriffs and recorders.
Alas, for that forgotten dayWhen chivalry was nourish’d,When none but friars learn’d to pray,And beef and beauty flourish’d;And fraud in kings was held accursed,And falsehood sin was reckon’d,And mighty chargers bore myfirst,And fat monks wore mysecond!
Ah, then I carried sword and shieldAnd casque with flaunting feather,And earn’d my spurs in battle-field,In winter and rough weather;And polish’d many a sonnet upTo ladies’ eyes and tresses;And learn’d to drain my father’s cup,And loose my falcon’s jesses!
But dim is now my grandeur’s gleam,The mongrel mob grows prouder;And everything is done by steam,And men are kill’d by powder;And now I feel my swift decay,And give unheeded orders;And rot in paltry state awayWith sheriffs and recorders.
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Myfirstyou oft savagely pierce through and through;Mynextharbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,Should mywhole, from mysecond, step into myfirst!
Myfirstyou oft savagely pierce through and through;Mynextharbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,Should mywhole, from mysecond, step into myfirst!
Myfirstyou oft savagely pierce through and through;Mynextharbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,Should mywhole, from mysecond, step into myfirst!
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My whole describes the action of a gale,Decapitation makes an organ play.Behead again, it sounds o’er hill and vale;Again, it tells of what we do not pay.Take nothing off, it is an eagle’s sail.Again behead, and half a string denote;Again, and lo! a horse’s head and tail;And last of all on music’s notes I float.
My whole describes the action of a gale,Decapitation makes an organ play.Behead again, it sounds o’er hill and vale;Again, it tells of what we do not pay.Take nothing off, it is an eagle’s sail.Again behead, and half a string denote;Again, and lo! a horse’s head and tail;And last of all on music’s notes I float.
My whole describes the action of a gale,Decapitation makes an organ play.Behead again, it sounds o’er hill and vale;Again, it tells of what we do not pay.Take nothing off, it is an eagle’s sail.Again behead, and half a string denote;Again, and lo! a horse’s head and tail;And last of all on music’s notes I float.
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Society—how her enthusiasts worship at her Juggernaut car. Cases exist here, proving how illogical are these eagle-sighted, place-hunting beings, scoffing at hereditary position, yet striving to get her smile.
A well-known proverb is buried in this sentence. Can you dig it out?
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What should we put on a bird’s tail to catch it without asteel trap?
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Across myfirst, with flash and roar,The stately vessel glides alone.And mournful on the crowded shoreThere stands an aged crone,Watching mysecond’sparting smile,As he bids farewell to his native isle.Mywholecomes back to other eyes,With beauteous change of fruit and flowers,But dim to her are those bright skies,And sad those joyous hours;For, alas! myfirstis dark and deep,And mysecondcannot hear her weep.
Across myfirst, with flash and roar,The stately vessel glides alone.And mournful on the crowded shoreThere stands an aged crone,Watching mysecond’sparting smile,As he bids farewell to his native isle.Mywholecomes back to other eyes,With beauteous change of fruit and flowers,But dim to her are those bright skies,And sad those joyous hours;For, alas! myfirstis dark and deep,And mysecondcannot hear her weep.
Across myfirst, with flash and roar,The stately vessel glides alone.And mournful on the crowded shoreThere stands an aged crone,Watching mysecond’sparting smile,As he bids farewell to his native isle.
Mywholecomes back to other eyes,With beauteous change of fruit and flowers,But dim to her are those bright skies,And sad those joyous hours;For, alas! myfirstis dark and deep,And mysecondcannot hear her weep.
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When morning dawned, and the tide was out,The pair crossed over ’neath Allah’s..........,And the Arab was happy beyond a doubt,For he had the best donkey in all that §.You are wrong! They were drowned in crossing over,Though the donkey was bravest of all his....;He luxuriates now in perpetual clover,And his master has gone to the prophet’s em⏞.
When morning dawned, and the tide was out,The pair crossed over ’neath Allah’s..........,And the Arab was happy beyond a doubt,For he had the best donkey in all that §.You are wrong! They were drowned in crossing over,Though the donkey was bravest of all his....;He luxuriates now in perpetual clover,And his master has gone to the prophet’s em⏞.
When morning dawned, and the tide was out,The pair crossed over ’neath Allah’s..........,And the Arab was happy beyond a doubt,For he had the best donkey in all that §.
You are wrong! They were drowned in crossing over,Though the donkey was bravest of all his....;He luxuriates now in perpetual clover,And his master has gone to the prophet’s em⏞.
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A..........on....’.strandsCaught Pat’s heart in her meshes;He left the.....in Cupid’s hands,And watched her.....her tresses;Tresses of.....coloured gold,Veiling, like any frock,A tail which, as it did unfold,Gave to poor Pat a shock.
A..........on....’.strandsCaught Pat’s heart in her meshes;He left the.....in Cupid’s hands,And watched her.....her tresses;Tresses of.....coloured gold,Veiling, like any frock,A tail which, as it did unfold,Gave to poor Pat a shock.
A..........on....’.strandsCaught Pat’s heart in her meshes;He left the.....in Cupid’s hands,And watched her.....her tresses;Tresses of.....coloured gold,Veiling, like any frock,A tail which, as it did unfold,Gave to poor Pat a shock.
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Where can you be “in a stone-pine garden”?
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No.....sympathy was ever shown,Than when.....news from Kingston.....was known.
No.....sympathy was ever shown,Than when.....news from Kingston.....was known.
No.....sympathy was ever shown,Than when.....news from Kingston.....was known.
The three missing words are spelt with the same five letters.
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What bodily discomfort follows anague-fit?
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Can you readjust the 16 letters in this square so that they form a perfect word square?
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What European rivers are concealed in these eight anagrams:—Set in red robe Henri Le Roi O sell me red pine nerves biter.
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Rearrange these letters so that they form a palindrome, or sentence that reads alike from eitherend:—
F PPPP RRRR SSSS TTEEEEII OOOO
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What political parrot cry can be evolved by anagram from this sentence, which condemns it?
O fool! O musty cry! O lurid woe!
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What statesman’s name was a “terrible poser?”
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Can you recast the letters of this sentence into a well-known English proverb?
Yea, a glad sun rose red.
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Has there been a poet of unusualsolemnity?
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No, no, I hardly ever touchThe thing which many love so much.It has a place within these lines,But is taboo where Delia dines.
No, no, I hardly ever touchThe thing which many love so much.It has a place within these lines,But is taboo where Delia dines.
No, no, I hardly ever touchThe thing which many love so much.It has a place within these lines,But is taboo where Delia dines.
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“Yes,” said young Biceps of St Boniface, who had failed to satisfy the examiners, “they have ploughed me in Euclid, and yet if I had half a chance I could teach them how to square a circle!”
“Bravo, Biceps!” cried his chum, who was helping him to drown dull care in fruity port, “don’t keep the great secret to yourself!” And so he told him—what?
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When his friend had recovered from the shock of the atrocity described in our last, he retaliated by assuring Biceps that he could extract a circle from a given square. What was his method?
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He said, “You......” when one lied,He said, “Don’t......” when one sped,His glass held......at his side;He can......what he denied.As all your wits “entranced” you bendTo find the key omit the end.
He said, “You......” when one lied,He said, “Don’t......” when one sped,His glass held......at his side;He can......what he denied.As all your wits “entranced” you bendTo find the key omit the end.
He said, “You......” when one lied,He said, “Don’t......” when one sped,His glass held......at his side;He can......what he denied.As all your wits “entranced” you bendTo find the key omit the end.
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My captivesecond, sulking in myfirst,Might surlily bemoan his fate accurst;Bemoan, or as alternative you findMywholethe word that fits his state of mind.For meet enclosure, you can take a scoreOf captiveseconds, first deducting four.
My captivesecond, sulking in myfirst,Might surlily bemoan his fate accurst;Bemoan, or as alternative you findMywholethe word that fits his state of mind.For meet enclosure, you can take a scoreOf captiveseconds, first deducting four.
My captivesecond, sulking in myfirst,Might surlily bemoan his fate accurst;Bemoan, or as alternative you findMywholethe word that fits his state of mind.For meet enclosure, you can take a scoreOf captiveseconds, first deducting four.
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THGLBDWNWSLLLDSTFTHLT,MNFTNRDRNRGTNNTHSPT.
THGLBDWNWSLLLDSTFTHLT,MNFTNRDRNRGTNNTHSPT.
THGLBDWNWSLLLDSTFTHLT,MNFTNRDRNRGTNNTHSPT.
Add two vowels alternately to complete the couplet.
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Can you discover by anagram what his brother was when he put “Tim in a pet?”
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Who knows the....a land may knowFamed for its...., and long agoA....of sage and seer.The native there, so full of tricks,To....his hunger....with sticks,Nor knows his ways are queer!
Who knows the....a land may knowFamed for its...., and long agoA....of sage and seer.The native there, so full of tricks,To....his hunger....with sticks,Nor knows his ways are queer!
Who knows the....a land may knowFamed for its...., and long agoA....of sage and seer.The native there, so full of tricks,To....his hunger....with sticks,Nor knows his ways are queer!
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If doubled you would see my firstLet third and second be reversed.But if my last you would beholdIncrease my first a hundredfold.Combine them all, and you can traceThe four within an empty space.
If doubled you would see my firstLet third and second be reversed.But if my last you would beholdIncrease my first a hundredfold.Combine them all, and you can traceThe four within an empty space.
If doubled you would see my firstLet third and second be reversed.But if my last you would beholdIncrease my first a hundredfold.Combine them all, and you can traceThe four within an empty space.
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In the words welcome to a thirsty toiler, “Mower, I will tap the cask!” are hidden by anagram the names of an English poet and of one of his poems. Can you discover them?
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Myfirstis small, and seldom reverential;My next not large enough to heed or prize;Mywholeis altogether consequential;My third, though small, is counted very wise.
Myfirstis small, and seldom reverential;My next not large enough to heed or prize;Mywholeis altogether consequential;My third, though small, is counted very wise.
Myfirstis small, and seldom reverential;My next not large enough to heed or prize;Mywholeis altogether consequential;My third, though small, is counted very wise.
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To beaaaaaaaaaatCrIiOfUlSesstandingis the mark of a mean
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Can you recast the letters that spellRED NUTS AND GINso that they form one long word?
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Can you rearrange these letters so that they form the title of a well-known novel by Charles Dickens?
CDEHHIILOOOPRSSTTUY
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In swift......the beaters addFresh......to the heaps of slain;And still, with lust of slaughter mad,The......plies his hand amain!
In swift......the beaters addFresh......to the heaps of slain;And still, with lust of slaughter mad,The......plies his hand amain!
In swift......the beaters addFresh......to the heaps of slain;And still, with lust of slaughter mad,The......plies his hand amain!
The missing words are spelt with the same six letters.
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My first is nothing but a name,My second still more small,My whole shows such a lack of fameIt has no name at all.
My first is nothing but a name,My second still more small,My whole shows such a lack of fameIt has no name at all.
My first is nothing but a name,My second still more small,My whole shows such a lack of fameIt has no name at all.
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“If father gives us a new dog, it will wake the lazy ones!” Can you discover from these words which of his children were often late for breakfast?
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NGOTRDSREAOHRETNSVEENUDOEO
Can you decipher the common proverb here concealed?
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Well known by story, not by name,I died a death unknown before,Nor ever to corruption came;My shroud the waves cast on the shore.
Well known by story, not by name,I died a death unknown before,Nor ever to corruption came;My shroud the waves cast on the shore.
Well known by story, not by name,I died a death unknown before,Nor ever to corruption came;My shroud the waves cast on the shore.
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How might an oyster, if it could speak, and knew that unda is Latin for wave or water, complain in similar phonetic iteration when disturbed by thunder under unda?
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When....., our puppy, sets out for a run,Over.....he....., all frolic and fun;For no whistle.....he in his desperate hurry,The slow sheep to....., and the old cow to worry.
When....., our puppy, sets out for a run,Over.....he....., all frolic and fun;For no whistle.....he in his desperate hurry,The slow sheep to....., and the old cow to worry.
When....., our puppy, sets out for a run,Over.....he....., all frolic and fun;For no whistle.....he in his desperate hurry,The slow sheep to....., and the old cow to worry.
The five missing words are spelt with the same five letters.
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Bad hero set by thy door hurt me ma. Army may get ruder daily.
Ten girls’ names are here in anagrams.
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Lord Beaconsfield’s statue,True as old———
Lord Beaconsfield’s statue,True as old———
Can you can complete this anagram?
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These three lines are perfect anagrams of three consecutive lines in “Romeo and Juliet,” Act II., SceneV.:—
The tub sold has old rough shelves.And e’en this fisherman caught best white smelts.A living lord’s black dress, worn high, I vow!
The tub sold has old rough shelves.And e’en this fisherman caught best white smelts.A living lord’s black dress, worn high, I vow!
Can you discover the original lines?
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That mystical gnome never flinches from toilWho......the......in Orient soil;Yet......mortals will ever aboundTo......all the soil till the treasure is found.
That mystical gnome never flinches from toilWho......the......in Orient soil;Yet......mortals will ever aboundTo......all the soil till the treasure is found.
That mystical gnome never flinches from toilWho......the......in Orient soil;Yet......mortals will ever aboundTo......all the soil till the treasure is found.
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My feathered first has wings and sings,Unfledged my second swings its wings;My third on blackest pinions flies,My fourth can float beneath the skies.The letters to my first that fallAre the initials of them all.
My feathered first has wings and sings,Unfledged my second swings its wings;My third on blackest pinions flies,My fourth can float beneath the skies.The letters to my first that fallAre the initials of them all.
My feathered first has wings and sings,Unfledged my second swings its wings;My third on blackest pinions flies,My fourth can float beneath the skies.The letters to my first that fallAre the initials of them all.
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Can you substitute words which fulfil the conditions?
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My first was of the......breed,Their.....captain, hot and riled,To....his men found vain indeed,They only...and smoked, and smiled!
My first was of the......breed,Their.....captain, hot and riled,To....his men found vain indeed,They only...and smoked, and smiled!
My first was of the......breed,Their.....captain, hot and riled,To....his men found vain indeed,They only...and smoked, and smiled!
One letter is dropped each time.
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Can you convert HARE into SOUP, using not more than six links, changing only one letter with each link, and preserving the order of the letters from link to link?
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Putting two small beasts that you takeTo the beginning of an end,A pointed weapon you will makeTo wound a foe or praise a friend.
Putting two small beasts that you takeTo the beginning of an end,A pointed weapon you will makeTo wound a foe or praise a friend.
Putting two small beasts that you takeTo the beginning of an end,A pointed weapon you will makeTo wound a foe or praise a friend.
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If a “newspaper” could speak, what might it say of the general work of its staff?
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How can you turn the positive quantity 1011 into a negative?
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What one word can you form from thesentence—
“O, I’m man’s trial!”
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EEE and xxx URXXI XXX and eee.
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Why may not the owner of a pine forest fell his timber?
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He.......to be.......as a wonderful shotBut he potted the dog, and.......was his lot!
He.......to be.......as a wonderful shotBut he potted the dog, and.......was his lot!
He.......to be.......as a wonderful shotBut he potted the dog, and.......was his lot!
The missing words are spelt with the same seven letters.
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Can you change ARMY into NAVY with seven links, changing one letter every time, and preserving their sequence?
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‘I excel not by a pun’—Turn these six words into one.
‘I excel not by a pun’—Turn these six words into one.
‘I excel not by a pun’—Turn these six words into one.
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When is an onion like music?
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What is the bitter cry of “Christianity?”
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Show by anagram that a Conservative is constant to his cause.
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Christmas Day and New Year’s Day fall as a rule upon the same day of the week. Can any ingenious reader discover why they will not fall upon the same day of the week in the year 1910.
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“War is a game which, were their subjects wise,Kings would not play at,” wrote the poet’s pen;But in war’s issue will be staked the prize,While kings and subjects are but erring men;So Britain—native empress of the seas—On ocean cradled, by her storm-king nursed—Friend of the fallen, guardian of the free,Rests on her well-triedlastand trustyfirst.Herfirstalone can well maintain her right,Unscathed by any threat or mutinous blast;And though, when needed, foremost in the fight,Herfirst(strange paradox!) is alwayslast!But should the tide of war approach the shoreAnd threaten to engulf her island seat,Mywhole, replying with defiant roar,Would crash the audacious foe beneath her feet!
“War is a game which, were their subjects wise,Kings would not play at,” wrote the poet’s pen;But in war’s issue will be staked the prize,While kings and subjects are but erring men;So Britain—native empress of the seas—On ocean cradled, by her storm-king nursed—Friend of the fallen, guardian of the free,Rests on her well-triedlastand trustyfirst.Herfirstalone can well maintain her right,Unscathed by any threat or mutinous blast;And though, when needed, foremost in the fight,Herfirst(strange paradox!) is alwayslast!But should the tide of war approach the shoreAnd threaten to engulf her island seat,Mywhole, replying with defiant roar,Would crash the audacious foe beneath her feet!
“War is a game which, were their subjects wise,Kings would not play at,” wrote the poet’s pen;But in war’s issue will be staked the prize,While kings and subjects are but erring men;So Britain—native empress of the seas—On ocean cradled, by her storm-king nursed—Friend of the fallen, guardian of the free,Rests on her well-triedlastand trustyfirst.Herfirstalone can well maintain her right,Unscathed by any threat or mutinous blast;And though, when needed, foremost in the fight,Herfirst(strange paradox!) is alwayslast!But should the tide of war approach the shoreAnd threaten to engulf her island seat,Mywhole, replying with defiant roar,Would crash the audacious foe beneath her feet!
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My first is flogged to make it move the faster,And turns at once to satisfy its master.My next will ripen as a pleasant fruit,For those whose simple taste its flavours suit.My whole, when breezes blow and pennons fly,Stands up aloft and points us to the sky.
My first is flogged to make it move the faster,And turns at once to satisfy its master.My next will ripen as a pleasant fruit,For those whose simple taste its flavours suit.My whole, when breezes blow and pennons fly,Stands up aloft and points us to the sky.
My first is flogged to make it move the faster,And turns at once to satisfy its master.My next will ripen as a pleasant fruit,For those whose simple taste its flavours suit.My whole, when breezes blow and pennons fly,Stands up aloft and points us to the sky.
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A noun there is, of plural number,In daily use from here to Humber.Now almost any noun you takeBy adding “S” you plural make;But if you add an “S” to this,Strange is the metamorphosis!Plural is plural now no more;Useless what useful was before.
A noun there is, of plural number,In daily use from here to Humber.Now almost any noun you takeBy adding “S” you plural make;But if you add an “S” to this,Strange is the metamorphosis!Plural is plural now no more;Useless what useful was before.
A noun there is, of plural number,In daily use from here to Humber.Now almost any noun you takeBy adding “S” you plural make;But if you add an “S” to this,Strange is the metamorphosis!Plural is plural now no more;Useless what useful was before.
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First, a semi-circle make,Add to this anotherFigure of two little linesMeeting with each other;Then a perfect circle form,Truly, neat, compactly,Add another form to these,Like the first exactly;Then, to make it all complete,Form a kind of angle,With a straight line, that should meetIn a kind of tangle;When you this have rightly done(’Tis the truth I’m telling),You will get an articleUseful in a dwelling:Should you this decapitate,You may have anotherArticle, which, in its place,Is useful as the other.
First, a semi-circle make,Add to this anotherFigure of two little linesMeeting with each other;Then a perfect circle form,Truly, neat, compactly,Add another form to these,Like the first exactly;Then, to make it all complete,Form a kind of angle,With a straight line, that should meetIn a kind of tangle;When you this have rightly done(’Tis the truth I’m telling),You will get an articleUseful in a dwelling:Should you this decapitate,You may have anotherArticle, which, in its place,Is useful as the other.
First, a semi-circle make,Add to this anotherFigure of two little linesMeeting with each other;Then a perfect circle form,Truly, neat, compactly,Add another form to these,Like the first exactly;Then, to make it all complete,Form a kind of angle,With a straight line, that should meetIn a kind of tangle;When you this have rightly done(’Tis the truth I’m telling),You will get an articleUseful in a dwelling:Should you this decapitate,You may have anotherArticle, which, in its place,Is useful as the other.
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Veiling the leas, my first may steepLate autumn’s listless air;And with my tainting second creepOn idle spade and share.When happy days link soul to soul,And sunny faces shine,May both combined, a subtle whole,Be far from me and mine!
Veiling the leas, my first may steepLate autumn’s listless air;And with my tainting second creepOn idle spade and share.When happy days link soul to soul,And sunny faces shine,May both combined, a subtle whole,Be far from me and mine!
Veiling the leas, my first may steepLate autumn’s listless air;And with my tainting second creepOn idle spade and share.
When happy days link soul to soul,And sunny faces shine,May both combined, a subtle whole,Be far from me and mine!
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Old Charlie Brown, who a big rogue was reckoned,Was brought up at my first for making my second;He was fined, and because he no money would payHad to work with my whole on the King’s highway.
Old Charlie Brown, who a big rogue was reckoned,Was brought up at my first for making my second;He was fined, and because he no money would payHad to work with my whole on the King’s highway.
Old Charlie Brown, who a big rogue was reckoned,Was brought up at my first for making my second;He was fined, and because he no money would payHad to work with my whole on the King’s highway.
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Complete, I grow within a fieldAnd pleasant pasture often yield;Behead me once, a suitor thenIs quickly brought before your ken;Behead again, I am a wordThat on the cricket-ground is heard.Restore my heads, cut off my tail,To name a spice you’ll not then fail;Behead me now, and you will findThe master passion left behind.Put on my head, my tail restore,Complete me as I was before,My second letter take away,An envelope I am, you’ll say;But now curtail me just once more,I am an inlet on the shore.
Complete, I grow within a fieldAnd pleasant pasture often yield;Behead me once, a suitor thenIs quickly brought before your ken;Behead again, I am a wordThat on the cricket-ground is heard.Restore my heads, cut off my tail,To name a spice you’ll not then fail;Behead me now, and you will findThe master passion left behind.Put on my head, my tail restore,Complete me as I was before,My second letter take away,An envelope I am, you’ll say;But now curtail me just once more,I am an inlet on the shore.
Complete, I grow within a fieldAnd pleasant pasture often yield;Behead me once, a suitor thenIs quickly brought before your ken;Behead again, I am a wordThat on the cricket-ground is heard.Restore my heads, cut off my tail,To name a spice you’ll not then fail;Behead me now, and you will findThe master passion left behind.Put on my head, my tail restore,Complete me as I was before,My second letter take away,An envelope I am, you’ll say;But now curtail me just once more,I am an inlet on the shore.
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