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Riddles Post by :codebluenj Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :2473

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I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;
My one foot stands well, but never goes;
I've a good many arms, if you count them all,
But hundreds of fingers, large and small;
From the ends of my fingers my beauty grows;
I breathe with my hair, and I drink with my toes;
I grow bigger and bigger about the waist
Although I am always very tight laced;
None e'er saw me eat--I've no mouth to bite!
Yet I eat all day, and digest all night.
In the summer, with song I shake and quiver,
But in winter I fast and groan and shiver.


There is a plough that hath no share,
Only a coulter that parteth fair;
But the ridges they rise
To a terrible size
Or ever the coulter comes near to tear:
The horses and ridges fierce battle make;
The horses are safe, but the plough may break.

Seed cast in its furrows, or green or sear,
Will lift to the sun neither blade nor ear:
Down it drops plumb
Where no spring-times come,
Nor needeth it any harrowing gear;
Wheat nor poppy nor blade has been found
Able to grow on the naked ground.



Who is it that sleeps like a top all night,
And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright
That he breaks his bed as he gets up,
And leaves it smashed like a china cup?


I've a very long nose, but what of that?
It is not too long to lie on a mat!

I have very big jaws, but never get fat:
I don't go to church, and I'm not a church rat!

I've a mouth in my middle my food goes in at,
Just like a skate's--that's a fish that's a flat.

In summer I'm seldom able to breathe,
But when winter his blades in ice doth sheathe

I swell my one lung, I look big and I puff,
And I sometimes hiss.--There, that's enough!

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Riddles

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Up And-down
The sun is gone down And the moon's in the skyBut the sun will come up And the moon be laid by.The flower is asleep. But it is not dead,When the morning shines It will lift its head.When winter comes It will die! No, no,It will only hide From the frost and snow.Sure is the summer, Sure is the sun;The night and the winter Away they run.(The end)George MacDonald's poem: Up And-Down

Bird-songs Bird-songs

I will sing a song, Said the owl.You sing a song, sing-song Ugly fowl!What will you sing about,Night in and day out?All about the night, When the grayWith her cloak smothers bright, Hard, sharp day.Oh, the moon! the cool dew!And the shadows!--tu-whoo!I will sing a song, Said the nightingale.Sing a song, long, long, Little Neverfail!What will you sing about,Day in or day out?All about the light Gone away,Down, away, and out of sight: Wake up, day!For the master is not dead,Only gone to bed.I will sing a song, Said the lark.Sing, sing,