My first’s a fruit of foreign clime,Sweet to the taste, in price not dear;My second does my first produce,And yet my whole my first doth bear.
My first’s a fruit of foreign clime,Sweet to the taste, in price not dear;My second does my first produce,And yet my whole my first doth bear.
My first’s a fruit of foreign clime,Sweet to the taste, in price not dear;My second does my first produce,And yet my whole my first doth bear.
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A thing of beauty, scattered by a breath,My firm embrace is harbinger of death;Not made by hands, a work of wondrous art,Complete and perfected in every part;Crush me to-day with all-determined care,Then look to-morrow, and I shall be there!
A thing of beauty, scattered by a breath,My firm embrace is harbinger of death;Not made by hands, a work of wondrous art,Complete and perfected in every part;Crush me to-day with all-determined care,Then look to-morrow, and I shall be there!
A thing of beauty, scattered by a breath,My firm embrace is harbinger of death;Not made by hands, a work of wondrous art,Complete and perfected in every part;Crush me to-day with all-determined care,Then look to-morrow, and I shall be there!
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Six letters in my name are found,Though only three we see and sound;The shepherd by the running riverMay hear me where the rushes quiver;And should a stroke my whole divide,Leaving but half on either side,These, backward read, will surely tellWhat many a toper loves too well.
Six letters in my name are found,Though only three we see and sound;The shepherd by the running riverMay hear me where the rushes quiver;And should a stroke my whole divide,Leaving but half on either side,These, backward read, will surely tellWhat many a toper loves too well.
Six letters in my name are found,Though only three we see and sound;The shepherd by the running riverMay hear me where the rushes quiver;And should a stroke my whole divide,Leaving but half on either side,These, backward read, will surely tellWhat many a toper loves too well.
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Upon a battle-field of learned menHundred and fifty were by none divided.“Now,” said the bishop, “add two-thirds of tenAnd so you’ll guess the riddle just as I did.”
Upon a battle-field of learned menHundred and fifty were by none divided.“Now,” said the bishop, “add two-thirds of tenAnd so you’ll guess the riddle just as I did.”
Upon a battle-field of learned menHundred and fifty were by none divided.“Now,” said the bishop, “add two-thirds of tenAnd so you’ll guess the riddle just as I did.”
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Though the stations of mortals are manyAnd thelastis the head of his race;Yet he, just as often as any,Is won by myfirst’sfell embrace;Yet we most of us apt are to fall,When our heads cease our hearts to control,Let us hope that not one of us allMay be e’er in the state of mywhole.
Though the stations of mortals are manyAnd thelastis the head of his race;Yet he, just as often as any,Is won by myfirst’sfell embrace;Yet we most of us apt are to fall,When our heads cease our hearts to control,Let us hope that not one of us allMay be e’er in the state of mywhole.
Though the stations of mortals are manyAnd thelastis the head of his race;Yet he, just as often as any,Is won by myfirst’sfell embrace;Yet we most of us apt are to fall,When our heads cease our hearts to control,Let us hope that not one of us allMay be e’er in the state of mywhole.
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My whole is no matter,And light as the air,Yet it is good on the platter,And excellent fare.Curtail and transpose,And a lady you see,Who will flatter and pose,And with many do me.
My whole is no matter,And light as the air,Yet it is good on the platter,And excellent fare.Curtail and transpose,And a lady you see,Who will flatter and pose,And with many do me.
My whole is no matter,And light as the air,Yet it is good on the platter,And excellent fare.Curtail and transpose,And a lady you see,Who will flatter and pose,And with many do me.
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My first, for ages out of mind,All men have always worn behind;And yet alike by sea and landThey carry it upon their hand.My second, carefully matured,Is never ill but often cured.My whole, within unchanging linesBlack men and white alike confines.
My first, for ages out of mind,All men have always worn behind;And yet alike by sea and landThey carry it upon their hand.My second, carefully matured,Is never ill but often cured.My whole, within unchanging linesBlack men and white alike confines.
My first, for ages out of mind,All men have always worn behind;And yet alike by sea and landThey carry it upon their hand.My second, carefully matured,Is never ill but often cured.My whole, within unchanging linesBlack men and white alike confines.
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“We westand fall.”
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My second is pressed tightly roundTo guard from any ill;And when preparing to engage,Men find it useful still.My first against attraction setWill neutralise its power;Aided by it, with bargains, someMay spend a happy hour.You find my whole by careful searchWhich must not be forsaken;It stands before what comes beyond,Which may from it be taken.
My second is pressed tightly roundTo guard from any ill;And when preparing to engage,Men find it useful still.My first against attraction setWill neutralise its power;Aided by it, with bargains, someMay spend a happy hour.You find my whole by careful searchWhich must not be forsaken;It stands before what comes beyond,Which may from it be taken.
My second is pressed tightly roundTo guard from any ill;And when preparing to engage,Men find it useful still.My first against attraction setWill neutralise its power;Aided by it, with bargains, someMay spend a happy hour.You find my whole by careful searchWhich must not be forsaken;It stands before what comes beyond,Which may from it be taken.
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George Thompson, the zealous anti-slavery advocate, was asked to go into Parliament, the better to press his point and cause. When he hesitated a friend produced, as a conclusive reason, this anagram, spelt with the letters of his name—“O go, the negro’s M.P.!”
Scorned by the meek and humble mind,And often by the vain possessed,Heard by the deaf, seen by the blind,I give the troubled spirit rest.
Scorned by the meek and humble mind,And often by the vain possessed,Heard by the deaf, seen by the blind,I give the troubled spirit rest.
Scorned by the meek and humble mind,And often by the vain possessed,Heard by the deaf, seen by the blind,I give the troubled spirit rest.
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