ERE Phoebus, with his scorching ray, Attains his vertic height, My first shall then attend each day, And if the season's very fine, My second, though it's not a ship, But if my first don't choose to stir, CHARADE XXXV. WHEN night brings on her darksome hour, All mortals to my first repair, And bid adieu to toil and care. CHARADE XXXVI. WHEN early Aurora with radiance appears, And behold in confusion the swain! My whole see the brilliant assembly engage, But more frequently now is confined to the stage, For harlequin or his loved maid. My first will emit a faint light, And my CHARADE XXXVIII. THY freedom, my first, is the Englishman's boast, Who terror create by their feats and bravadoes. CHARADE XXXIX. My first is a preposition; my second a composition my whole an acquisition. CHARADE XL. My first is what gossips do when they meet; my second is eaten with chicken or veal; my whole is a well known port and naval station in Kent. CHARADE XLI. My first is of the tiger kind; my second is a preposition, at the head of elementary literature; my third is a stanza at the head of an ode; and my whole is a final event, or unhappy conclusion. WHEN this earth was divided in parts, Where the sun sheds its rays and its darts, In various hues, may be found; Sometimes in a fine ermined robe, And, again, with a sackcloth tied round. My whole, in majestical shape, Is pleasing to Englishmen's eyes; Yet it 's frequently seen at the Cape, And may justly be reckon'd a prize. |