Thursday, December 22, 2011

Charade No. 19 (with answer in verse)

I had mentioned in an earlier post that it was sometimes the practice to provide an answer to a charade in verse. This was done, for example, in some magazines, where readers submitted their answers in rhyming form, and the magazine published one or more.

Here is one of them. The first comment gives the original rhymed answer.

My first you will be,
    If you're good and upright;
My second you'll see
    In a sharp frosty night.

Together combin'd
    I'm a virtue that's great,
That should govern each mind,
    And preside in each state.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Charade No. 18

A country enrich'd by my first
While peace and prosperity reign,
May yet be reduc'd to the dust,
If pleasure ascendancy gain.

My second has never been seen,
Nor ever by stratagem bound;
But yet in all countries has been,
And only is known by a sound.

There is not a seafaring soul,
That has to the Indies been borne,
But owes to the aid of my whole
His safety and speedy return.


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Charade No. 17

My first is a part of the day;
My second at feasts overflows;
In the cottage my whole oft is seen,
To measure old Time as he goes.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Charade No. 16

My first's a mean and humble bed,
Where poverty reclines;
You'll find my next on hedges spread,
When Sol in summer shines.
My whole's a pleasant cooling fruit,
And does, I think, most palates suit.

Blog No. 15

My first is nothing but a name;
My second is more small;
My whole is of so little fame,
It has no name at all.


Friday, December 9, 2011

Charade No. 14

My first is a tree which with cedars will vie.
My second's the tenderest part of the eye.
My whole is a fruit which to none will give place, 
For delicate flavor, and exquisite taste.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Charade No. 13

When Nox (night) brings on her midnight hour,
And stillness holds her magic power,
All mortals to my first repair,
And bid adieu to toil and care:
My next's for various ends design'd,
Yet oft my first you there will find.
Within my whole you see repose,
Forgetting life and all its woes.