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aboard the Betsy accursed answer arms beneath Betsy Jane blest bosom bowl brave breast bride bright bring Cæsar CENTURY OF CHARADES CHARADES BY WILLIAM child conceal his thoughts counsel take cursed dead deny doom dress dress your care drink eyes fall fast fatal fattening fears feet FISHERMAN fresh and fair fruitful Full long gainst grace guess my whole hair head hear heart heat ino bien ino bien ou king kissed lady fair lady's land Language was given lover maid maiden market-place merry MIFFLIN mirth moan mother neath never night o'er once oyster peer poet's praise prayer pride queen Riverside rode Roman seek Shakespeare's shame sighed smile sought soul Spain spake stars stitch stood sweet tell thee third thirst thou toil Twas Twixt wander whispered wife WILLIAM BELLAMY Language WOOING word
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Page 11 - H; I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z a, b, c, d, o, f, g, h, i, j, k, I, m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y...
Page 28 - MY WHOLE When Nature lay in silent sleep, And Darkness brooded on the deep, Before the morning stars had sung, Or ever seraph's harp was strung, Ere Brahma wakened from his dream.
Page 5 - No longer for the Roman dame My second from my first is brought ; Where once the Roman legions fought No terror has the Roman name ; My whole is master of the soil, And reaps in peace the fruits of toil.
Page 47 - t would seem ; No mouse would fright, no tramp appall me ; 'T would be just lovely as a dream, And all the girls my fourth would call me.
Page 72 - MT first from out a mountain came, My last like origin may claim, Of one of Shakespeare's plays my whole 's the name.
Page 67 - To spell a word of six, Two letters might suffice ; That word defines the rest, It makes a virtue vice. Those letters two, reversed, Reveal his name who laid His head upon the block, By woman false betrayed.
Page 82 - MY first, a sacred river, Flows to a sunless sea ; My next was doomed forever To be followed by a bee ; My third I do that you can guess my whole, Which Cadmus out of Egypt stole.
Page 57 - FROM tennis courts my first ascends ; My second in commotion ends. No martyr's crown my whole secured, Who worse than martyrdom endured ; They found who tore his limbs apart A lady's image at his heart.
Page 21 - s happy when the tide is in, He never seeks my whole to raise, His taste is worthy of all praise. Yet such existence who would wish to live Long as my last presents alternative ? WHERE flows my first, bright burning, My second marks a shoal ; The fisherman, returning, Espies it with my whole.