From: mark@zaphod.jsc.nasa.gov (Mark Manning/Metrica)
Subject: NET.BOOK: Net.Book.Riddles (part 6 of 8)
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Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 18:11:47 GMT

 
 
 
 
 
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    It is bubbling,
    It is roaring,
    It can jump,
    And it can sit.
    It can whisper,
    And it can drip.
    What is it of which I speak?
    What is it which can be both shallow and deep?

Entry:  18.61
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I drift,
    As slowly as a lazy river.
    I dance,
    Upon as little as a puff of air.
    I tumble,
    Better than the greatest acrobat.
    Swirling,
    Twirling,
    Down to the ground.
    Where I lie,
    Til I get my second wind.
    So I can begin again.

Entry:  18.62
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    A riddle, easily solved.
    Red breasted.
    Only one in a field of many.
    Born in an egg.
    Inspired to sing.
    Now gather the letters and tell me what I mean.

Entry:  18.63
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I have four of these,
    With matching extremities.
    They can do many things,
    And hardly ever bring me pain.
    Unless I stick them with a pin,
    Or burn them sometimes when...
    What is it that I can wiggle at will?
    And use in other means still?

Entry:  18.64
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    What are all your fingers for?
    One's to point, of that I'm sure.
    One's for the doctor - whereever he may roam,
    One's for the accuser - to point out what is known.
    One's for the ear, without which we can not hear.
    And one get's us a ride, so we can rest our back side.
    What are all your finger for?
    Tell me which is which, and I'll even our score.

Entry:  18.65
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I am a box,
    Full of that which is most rare.
    But it isn't a flute,
    And it isn't some hair.
    Though soft be my bed,
    I am as hard as a rock.
    And though dull in the darkness,
    I glisten once unlocked.
    What am I, this box so strange?
    To hold such a treasure,
    Which is not so plain.

Entry:  18.66
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  The Giant Slept
Riddle:

    The giant slept upon the rocks,
    His bones, sealed tight against them.
    A hoary hand, outstruck against fate's decree,
    That he should thus be kept from his purpose in life.
    Not knowing that his time has passed,
    And that that, which gave him his reason for living,
    His roots,
    Were no longer his own.
    But blackened stumps,
    Against which no living being could hope to live.
    yet...
    In his passing, life found purchase.
    For other creatures, making use of that which would remain,
    Would, in of themselves, find life.
    While the giant slept,
    Upon the rocks.

Entry:  18.67
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    I dreamed I saw a fairy's dance,
    Upon the midnight sky.
    Where lights, like lantern's grew,
    Without a whim, or a why.
    Amid their joy,
    Amid their dance,
    I came running into their midst.
    But with nar'ry a sound,
    They drew away,
    And fell into the mist.
    Oh, I saw them again,
    But only from very far.
    Dancing in the air at night,
    Like tiny lanterns, or tiny stars.

Entry:  18.68
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    When I looked upon the flames of his passion,
    And the coolness of her touch,
    I knew tragedy could only come from their union.
    And indeed, when they came together,
    Darkness reigned upon the land.
    And although they were soon separated,
    Learning as they did that they were not for each other,
    Still, their passing regards for each other,
    Left it's impression upon all who had witnessed it.
    And would be talked about for ages still to come.

Entry:  18.69
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Oh woe is me!  Woe is me!
    To have lost that which I can never buy back!
    To be unable to recall that which has transpired!
    Let my breath be returned!
    Let time recoil!
    Let this not be so!
    Oh woe is me!  Woe is me!

Entry:  18.70
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    What has a coat?
    Hugs you not in sympathy?
    Whose smile you'd rather not see?
    Whose stance is a terrible thing to see?
    Who is it that brave men run away from?
    Whose fingers are clawed?
    Whose sleep lasts for months?
    And who's company we shunt?

Entry:  18.71
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    You can tumble in it,
    Roll in it,
    Burn it,
    Animals eat it,
    Used to cover floors,
    Still used beyond stall doors.
    Freshens whatever it is placed on,
    Absorbs whatever is poured into it.
    What is it?

Entry:  18.72
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Within passion's fruit they will be found,
    And more of them in the pomegranate's crown.
    Rowed they are within an apple core,
    Yet other fruits have them more.
    And though the nectarine has but one,
    Still, this is all just in fun.
    Playing hide and seek - a children's game.
    Finding out each player is just the same.

Entry:  18.73
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Catherine M. Fanshawe
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell,
    And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
    On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
    And in the depths of the ocean its presence confes'd;
    'Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder,
    Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
    'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath,
    Attends him at birth and awaits him at death,
    Presides o'er his happiness, honor and health,
    Is the prop of his house, and the end of his wealth.
    In the heaps of the miser 'tis hoarded with care,
    But is sure to be lost on his prodigal heir;
    It begins every hope, every wish it must bound,
    With the husbandman toils, and with monarchs is crowned;
    Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
    But woe to the wretch who expels it from home!
    In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found,
    Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
    'Twill soften the heart; but though deaf be the ear,
    It will make him acutely and instantly hear.
    Set in shade, let it rest like a delicate flower;
    Ah!  Breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour

Entry:  18.74
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Jonathan Swift
Title:  The Vowels: An Enigma
Riddle:

    We are little airy creatures,
    All of different voice and features;
    One of us in glass is set,
    One of us you'll find in jet,
    T'other you may see in tin,
    And the fourth a box within;
    If the fifth you should pursue,
    It can never fly from you.

Entry:  18.75
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Hannah More
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new, and I'm old,
    I'm often in tatters, and oft decked with gold.
    Though I never could read, yet lettered I'm found;
    Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound,
    I'm always in black, and I'm always in white;
    I'm grave and I'm gay, I am heavey and light-
    In form too I differ - I'm thick and I'm thin,
    I've no flesh and bones, yet I'm covered with skin;
    I've more points than the compass, more stops than the flute;
    I sing without voice, without speaking confute.
    I'm English, I'm German, I'm French, and I'm Dutch;
    Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much;
    I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages,
    And no monarch alive has so many pages.

Entry:  18.76
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    As I went through the garden gap,
    Who should I meet but Disk Red-cap!
    A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
    If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.

Entry:  18.77
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
    He comes roaring up the land --
    The King of Scots, with all his power,
    Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!

Entry:  18.78
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
    Met together in a shower of rain;
    Put in a bag tied round with a string,
    If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.

Entry:  18.79
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    Little Nancy Etticote,
    In a white petticoat,
    With a red nose;
    The longer she stands
    The shorter she grows.

Entry:  18.80
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown (The Young Children's Series)
Title:  A Riddle
Riddle:

    I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
    She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
    She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
    Poor little creature she has but one eye.

Entry:  19.1
Date:   18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
Who:    heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
Author: Unknown
Title:  None
Riddle:

    They can be harbored, but few hold water,
    You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else,
    You can carry them, but not with your arms,
    You can bury them, but not in the earth.

Entry:  19.2
Date:   18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
Who:    heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
Author: Unknown
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Deep as a bowl, round as a cup,
    Yet all the world's oceans can't fill it up.

Entry:  19.3
Date:   18 Apr 92 20:06:34 GMT
Who:    heath@anchor.as.utexas.edu (James Heath)
Author: Unknown
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Though desert men once called me God,
    To-day men call me mad,
    For I wag my tail when I am angry,
    And growl when I am glad.

Entry:  20.1
Date:   Tue Apr 21 15:13:49 1992
Who:    rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie
Author: Russell Wallace
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Fat Man at Dead Man's Journey.

Entry:  20.2
Date:   Tue Apr 21 15:13:49 1992
Who:    rwallace@unix1.tcd.ie
Author: Russell Wallace
Title:  None
Riddle:
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