Double acrostic enigmas, with poetical descriptions selected principally from British poets |
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Side 38
... thing Forgotten , as the foliage of thy youth . " 1. A celebrated town of Italy . 2. The weapon of an ox . 3. A village in the county of Pembroke . 4. A town of Ceylon . 5. The highest mountains in Europe . 6. A four - footed furry ...
... thing Forgotten , as the foliage of thy youth . " 1. A celebrated town of Italy . 2. The weapon of an ox . 3. A village in the county of Pembroke . 4. A town of Ceylon . 5. The highest mountains in Europe . 6. A four - footed furry ...
Side 68
... thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb and slept . And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day . " 1. A celestial spirit .. 2. A city of China . 3. The edict of an Emperor . 4. A ...
... thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb and slept . And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day . " 1. A celestial spirit .. 2. A city of China . 3. The edict of an Emperor . 4. A ...
Side 77
... things that were ; First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and passed away - Is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon , and the sophist's stole , Are sought in vain , and o'er ...
... things that were ; First in the race that led to glory's goal , They won , and passed away - Is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon , and the sophist's stole , Are sought in vain , and o'er ...
Side 87
... things gone by . Rememberest thou - ' tis years since , wandering star- Those eves in June , When thou hung'st quivering o'er the tree - tops far , Where , with discordant tune , Many - tongued rooks hailed the red rising moon ? O ...
... things gone by . Rememberest thou - ' tis years since , wandering star- Those eves in June , When thou hung'st quivering o'er the tree - tops far , Where , with discordant tune , Many - tongued rooks hailed the red rising moon ? O ...
Side 150
... — Sorest of evils - died of utter want . " 1. A useful aperture . 2. An oblique hint . 3. An instrumental tune . 4. The quintessence of a thing . 5. A cunning fox . CLXVII . " GENTLE Spring ! in sunshine clad , 150 DOUBLE ACROSTICS .
... — Sorest of evils - died of utter want . " 1. A useful aperture . 2. An oblique hint . 3. An instrumental tune . 4. The quintessence of a thing . 5. A cunning fox . CLXVII . " GENTLE Spring ! in sunshine clad , 150 DOUBLE ACROSTICS .
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Acrostic Altenau ancient animal Ardatov beam beautiful bird breath bright celebrated cloud colour dear delight doth dream e'er earth Edolo Eflani European Russia European Turkey fair flower France fresh fruit gentle GEOGRAPHICAL LIST glory goddess grace Grecian Greece Greek green Hamble-le-Rice heart heaven hills hour Idumea Iguatu island Iturea King Laktho light looks Lord merry morning mountain Negapatam Nenagh Nepi Neva night o'er Ocean Ortenau Ottmachau palace particular kind poem poet province Queen reign Riblah river Roman rose Ruswarp seaport shade shining shore sleep smile song soul Spain spirit sport stream summer sunshine sweet Syria thee thine thou town of Asiatic town of European town of Hindostan town of Italy town of Naples town of Sweden tree tremble Ugento Ustica village wandering wave weep wild wind Xalapa Yaxley youth
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Side 33 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 128 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Side 143 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 87 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 176 - All things to man's delightful use. The roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf ; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall ; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic ; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem : other creature...
Side 143 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 40 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Side 20 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Side 102 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.