This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ...reign) Must all contrive to do. My whole, although an useful fruit. We neither bake nor boil; But you 'll be put in mind of it, By corn, and wine, and oil. My first is a thing of the quadruped kind, But whether domestic or wild, A guesser of charades will easily find; And it often is seen with a child. My ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ...reign) Must all contrive to do. My whole, although an useful fruit. We neither bake nor boil; But you 'll be put in mind of it, By corn, and wine, and oil. My first is a thing of the quadruped kind, But whether domestic or wild, A guesser of charades will easily find; And it often is seen with a child. My second's a vowel, which you must find out; My third is composed of a bone: Yet the tusk which is known to be polished and stout, In this third has been frequently known. My whole's the cessation of sorrow and care, Where the weary will always find rest; And oft has it proved a relief to despair, Which arose from the griefs of the breast. CHARADE XXXI. If, ladies, ye my first would know, You 'll find me in a gentle blow; All accountants claim my second--A number--His by them oft reckon'd: My whole, ye fair, oft lends its aid, In dirty weather to the maid. CHARADE XXXII. My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority. CHARADE XXXIII. Attractive first, whose power all hearts obey, Whether in milder or more firm array, With silent eloquence thou 'rt often seen, In black, or blue, or grey, but never green.--Degrading next! By tyrants only used, With which both brutes and slaves are oft abused; The wise and good despise thy stern control--They govern by my first each willing soul.--My whole in silken rows my first befriends, And from impending ills each hour defends. Ere Phoebus, with his scorching ray, Attains his vertical height, My first shall then attend each day, Or each succeeding night. And if the season's very fine, And prospect's very fair; Why then my first I 'll gladly join, To take a little air. My second, though it's not a ship, Yet is with ships connected; And if my first with me will trip, Its use shall be...
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