10. On Shakspeare's page I stand arrayed in gloom,

Fantastic, wild, and dark my tragic doom!

O Lakeland wild! with rocks and mountains drear,

Thy poet we invoke before us here,

Whose name and dwelling in our hearts we keep,

Who in thy peaceful vales hath sunk to sleep!

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M. B.

By mitred prelate founded, in England's olden days,

My first still trains my second to win the scholar's praise.

1. On ocean's margin basking, or plunging in the

wave;

2. He who to Abyssinia's prince wisdom and knowledge gave.

3. An ancient city buried long beneath the dust of ages;

4. The sternest and severest sage of all the Roman sages.

5. One whom to honour and reward his country doth delight;

6. Whose hateful origin is lost in darkness and in night;

7. The blow by midnight murderer given, with deadly aim and true;

8. Now hark! the hunter's cheery cry as Reynard steals in view;

9. E'en though in open arms arrayed, less feared than faithless friend;

10. What lends a charm to poet's lines? You'll find out at the end.

F. H.

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My first may be made to appear
Ornamental, perhaps; but I fear
My last will excite strong objections,
And both may be called imperfections.

1. The habit of taking this I much detest;
2. You are not just in liking her the best;
3. Too long, though music good-not o'er till

one;

4. Alas! our skating's o'er-the frost is gone!

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Like a dog and a puppy,
Though really the same,
We are each of us known
By a different name.

H. S.

1. I'm not edible, yet, if folks mean what they say,

I'm a bird that is plucked almost every day; 2. I'm the last thing a friar should think of, you'd say;

Yet the Eastern monks passed in me many a day.

3. The genius, the ocean, the tempest, the wind,

Seem ever to seek, but seem seldom to find;

4. With four letters I'm spelt, but am written with seven

By men scientific-my source is in heaven. 5. I believe I may say I'm the lengthiest name That ever belonged to a maiden or dame.

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Alike we give enjoyment high,
But this you must remember;
My first we look for in July,
My second in December.

B. L.

1. Its harsh sounds oft a fatal secret tell; 2. Gallant and good, in famous fight he fell; 3. Sadly she suffered, though he loved her well; 4. Sadness prevails in many a silent cell; 5. An ancient people, (mind the way you spell); 6. The rising breast contending passions swell; 7. A race of villains difficult to quell.

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Music steals upon the ear,

Soft and low and sweet;

S. C. G.

Now it peals forth loud and clear,
As if the skies to greet.

1. Magnificent description

Of an ordinary thing;

2. Watched by a hundred eyes-
To her who aid shall bring?

3. Shady retreat, where lovers

Their mutual faith may plight;

4. Alas! that this, and coldness

The maiden's hopes should blight! 5. Oh, gently lull her cares to rest!

In dreams she yet may deem she's blest.

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A never-ending theme of strife-
Example of a merry life.

1. A river that doth slowly crawl;

2. A name by which 'The Duke' we call ;
3. A fount whence streams of waters fall;
4. An instrument to make you squall;
5. The food of creatures very small;
6. A branch oft hanging on the wall.

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One dauntless man defied

Great princes-mighty powers,
And lo! the issue's tried-

The victory his and ours.

1. Scotch island, where a stormy sea breaks on a sounding shore;

2. French province in the olden time-it bears its

name no more;

3. An Eastern farmer-let us hope his toils are well repaid;

4. Where dwelt the haughty Philistine, and one deceiving maid;

5. See the young Peri of the West,' lovely in earliest youth;

6. A learned German, skilled to rend fair Fiction's veil from Truth.

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'An Enfield this' I heard him say,
'And twenty-five I've made to-day.'

0.

1. Knock loud-you must not be too shy;
2. I cannot stand this teazing fly;
3. This opera you'll hear to-night;
4. I like it fine, and snowy white;
5. 'Tis all just now that I can pay,
I'll bring the rest another day.

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This dreadful pain!
Again and again,

It comes in one form or the other;
Dear doctor, do

Tell me what you

Advise to get rid of this bother.

C. B.

1. Don't, I entreat, place it in my way;
2. Plenty of this in good air they say.
3. Gorgeous ornaments all round the room;
4. A very tiny neat little groom.

5. Will that keep out the sheep and cows?
6. See how with this he comes to blows;
7. So is Christmas,' they say, my love!
8. Oh! how these three in combat strove!
9. A scribe, who lived in ages past,

Must give his name to this my last.

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OBLIVION-NOT OBLIVIOUS.

H. S.

1. In ancient times the warrior carried me; 2. Of modern times the greatest comfort see; 3. I'm large, I'm small-through me the soul you view,

My colours various-black, or brown, or blue;