Riddles:
The
Infamous Net.Book.Riddles!
Version
3.0b
Compiled by Mark Manning
This
is the net.book.riddles.
It is the work of myself in the collection of all of the riddles which
have been submitted to myself via e-mail and rec.games.frp. I hope you
enjoy it.
Please
note that for MANY of these riddles, those who submitted them do NOT
take credit for their creation. These are just those people who submitted
the riddles - NOT THE Authors. There are some though, which are the
creation of the people submitting them. If possible, this has been marked.
Those not marked though, are the work of some other Author unknown to
myself or not specified when the riddle was given to me.
Thanks
to everyone who submitted riddles whether from books or from their own
head. This is a lengthy list, so I hope everyone will bear with me in
this listing. Thanks again everyone!
The
format of these entries has been revamped to provide more information
about each of the submitters. The form has been changed to the following:
Entry
: Entry number of the riddle as submitted to myself.
Date :The date the riddle was submitted.
Who : Who submitted the riddle
Author : The actual Author of the riddle (if different)
Title : <If any>
Riddle: The riddle itself.
At
the bottom of the list will be the answers. The answers are listed in
the order of preference. Thus, the most preferred answer will be placed
first with additional answers (if any) following. All answers are based
upon the
"Entry" field. The entry field works in the following way:
1.
When you submit a riddle you are assigned a unique number (1-inf).
2. The ID number will be the first part of the number.
3. The second part of the number (after the period) is the number assigned
to the riddle.
Ex:
Entry:
1.1
Date: <Unknown>
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
You
eat something....
4.
As you can see, the "1.1" is by the entry field. The first
"1" means C. Pearce is the first person in the list.
The second "1" means this is his first riddle given to me.His
second would be labeled "1.2" and so on. The answers
are matched the same way.
I
hope you enjoy the net.book.riddles and any (constructive) suggestions
are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to everyone who has posted any kind
of a riddle to the Usenet. I will make all additional entries on an
"As Time Allows" basis (Which might be never again - ya just
don't know).
Notes:
Please
send any and all updates and/or corrections to mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov.
If you can't get me there, then simply post it. I should see it and
will try to get in touch with you instead. Thanks again.
PS:If,
on something which reads "Unknown", you know what should go
in that location - then please DO drop me a note. None of these riddles
are meant to be rip offs from someone else's work. I just thought I'd
compile a list of riddles and look what's happened! :-)
Disclaimer:
I hereby throw this into the public domain. I take no responsibility
for this book's merits, worth, or anything else. However, although ***THIS***
work is now in the public domain arena that does NOT mean the works
contained within it are. All of the individual authors (myself included)
would be highly upset if a new computer game came out with our riddles
in it without being paid some kind of a nominal fee. Nor would an anthology
or other book containing these riddles be welcome without recourse to
being reimbursed for our time and efforts. Therefore! You can use these
riddles however you see fit - so long as you don't make any kind of
a profit from them. If you decide you'd like to try to make money in
some way through the use of these riddles - then you should seek the
agreement of the individual authors. That's why I've included who they
are - so you can find them. Nuff said (I think).
Entry: 1.1
Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
You
eat something you neither plant nor plow.
It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Entry:
1.2
Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
serpent swam in a silver urn. A golden bird did in its mouth abide.
The serpent drank the water, this in turn Killed the serpent. Then the
gold bird died.
Entry:
1.3
Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Teacher,
open thy book.
Entry:
1.4
Date: Unknown, but not long ago.
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Beyond Zork
Title: None
Riddle:
My
tines are long. My tines are short. My tines end ere. My first report.
Entry:
1.5
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Turn
us on our backs. And open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of
men. Though at start a lummox.
Entry: 1.6
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
The
hungry dog howls. For crust of bread. His cry goes unheard It's far
overhead.
Entry:
1.7
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Bury
deep, Pile on stones, Yet I will. Dig up the bones.
Entry:
1.8
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
cloth poorly dyed
And an early morning sky
How are they the same?
Entry:
1.9
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Matt Morris
Title: None
Riddle:
It
occurs once in every minute
Twice in every moment
And yet never in one hundred thousand years.
Entry:
1.10
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Matt Morris
Title: None
Riddle:
My
first wears my second; my third might be
What my first would acquire if he went to the sea.
Put together my one, two, three
And the belle of New York is the girl for me.
Entry: 1.11
Date: 4/21/92
Who:cpearce@morticia.cnns.unt.edu
Author: Phil Weaver
Title: None
Riddle:
Never
ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past;
For a child I last forever,
For adults I'm gone too fast.
Entry:
2.1
Date: Wed Apr 8 12:49:46 1992
Who:dschoen@cs.vu.nl
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Two
horses, swiftest travelling,
Harnessed in a pair, and
Grazing ever in places
Distant from them.
Entry:
3.1
Date: Unknown
Who:The Shadowraiker
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
It
can be said:
To be gold is to be good;
To be stone is to be nothing;
To be glass is to be fragile;
To be cold is to be cruel.
Unmetaphored, what am I?
Entry:
4.1
Date: Unknown
Who:2390carrolld.vms.csd.mu.edu
Author: TSR Inc. Module S2:White Plume
Mountain by Lawrence Schick
Title: None
Riddle:
Round
she is, yet flat as a board
Altar of the Lupine Lords.
Jewel on black velvet, pearl in the sea
Unchanged but e'erchanging, eternally.
Entry: 5.1
Date: Unknown
Who:KM42%MARISTB.BITNET@uga.cc.uga.edu
Author: KM42000 (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
Twice
four and twenty blackbirds
sitting in the rain
I shot and killed a quarter of them
How many do remain?
Entry:
6.1
Date: Unknown
Who:v892079%SI.HHS.NL@uga.cc.uga.edu
Author: Gentevoort (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
first
will be last
last will be first
and all in between will also be cursed
open the door and the thing will be there
so be carefull and beware!
Entry:
7.1
Date: Unknown
Who:gusar@uniwa.uwa.oz.au
Author: Sean (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
It
has a golden head
It has a golden tail
but it hasn't got a body.
Entry:
7.2
Date: Unknown
Who:gusar@uniwa.uwa.oz.au
Author: Sean (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
Speak,
friend, and enter!
Entry: 8.1
Date: Unknown
Who:BILLERMA%XAVIER.BITNET@uga.cc.uga.edu
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
leathery snake,
With a stinging bite,
I'll stay coiled up,
Unless I must fight.
Entry:
9.1
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author: Coleridge
Title: None
Riddle:
There
is not wind enough to twirl
That one red leaf, nearest of its clan,
Which dances as often as dance it can.
Entry:
9.2
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author: Longfellow
Title: None
Riddle:
Half-way
up the hill, I see thee at last
Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights --
A city in the twilight, gleaming and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Entry:
9.3
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author: Dickinson
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadventant fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed,
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
Entry: 9.4
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:John Updike
Notes:Leave the last 2 lines off to make the riddle harder
Title: None
Riddle:
Many-maned
scud-thumper,
Maker of worn wood,
Shrub-ruster,
Sky-mocker,
Rave!
Portly pusher,
Wind-slave.
Entry:
9.5
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:Shelley
Title: None
Riddle:
Make
me thy lyre, even as the forests are.
What if my leaves fell like its own --
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep autumnal tone.
Entry:
9.6
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:G.Manley Hopkins
Title: None
Riddle:
This
darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the body falls home.
Entry:
9.7
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:Shakespeare
Title: None
Riddle:
I've
measured it from side to side,
'Tis three feet long and two feet wide.
It is of compass small, and bare
To thirsty suns and parching air.
Entry: 9.8
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:Sir Edmund Gosse
Title: None
Riddle:
My
love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face,
Careering along, yet always in place,
The thought has often come into my mind
If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Entry:
9.9
Date: 1 May 92 16:10:35 GMT
Who:mollems@wkuvx1.bitnet
Author:Francis Saltus Saltus
Title: None
Riddle:
Then
all thy feculent majesty recalls
The nauseuous mustiness of forsaken bowers,
The leprous nudity of deserted halls --
The positive nastiness of sullied flowers.
And I mark the colours, yellow and black,
The fresco thy lithe, dictatorial thighs.
Entry:
10.1
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
What
has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
Entry:
10.2
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
Thirty
white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
Entry: 10.3
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
Voiceless
it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Entry:
10.4
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
An
eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place."
Entry:
10.5
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
It
cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
Entry:
10.6
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
A
box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Entry: 10.7
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
Alive
without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
Entry:
10.8
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien (The Hobbit)
Title: None
Riddle:
This
thing all things devours:
Birds, beast,trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Entry:
10.9
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
You
feel it, but never see it and never will.
Entry:
10.10
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
You
must keep it after giving it.
Entry:
10.11
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
As
light as a feather, but you can't hold it for ten minutes.
Entry: 10.12
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
Has
a mouth but does not speak, has a bed but never sleeps.
Entry:
10.13
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
Runs
smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
Entry:
10.14
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
You
break it even if you name it!
Entry:
10.15
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
It
passes before the sun and makes no shadow.
Entry:
10.16
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: From the SSI Computer Game "Secret of the Silver Blades"
Title: None
Riddle:
You
feed it, it lives, you give it something to drink, it dies.
Entry: 10.17
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
red drum which sounds
Without being touched,
And grows silent,
When it is touched.
Entry:
10.18
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
harvest sown and reaped on the same day
In an unplowed field,
Which increases without growing,
Remains whole though it is eaten
Within and without,
Is useless and yet
The staple of nations.
Entry:
10.19
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
If
you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
I may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
Entry:
10.20
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
All
about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held
No throat, but can be heard.
Entry: 10.21
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
I
go around in circles,
But always straight ahead
Never complain,
No matter where I am led.
Entry:
10.22
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Lighter
than what
I am made of,
More of me is hidden
Than is seen.
Entry:
10.23
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
If
a man carried my burden,
He would break his back.
I am not rich,
But leave silver in my track.
Entry:
10.24
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
My
life can be measured in hours,
I serve by being devoured.
Thin, I am quick
Fat, I am slow
Wind is my foe.
Entry: 10.25
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Weight
in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.
Entry:
10.26
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
You
can see nothing else
When you look in my face
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.
Entry:
10.27
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am always hungry,
I must always be fed,
The finger I lick
Will soon turn red.
Entry:
10.28
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Three
lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky
Hard enough to crack rocks.
Entry: 10.29
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Glittering
points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
Entry:
10.30
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Each
morning I appear
To lie at your feet,
All day I follow
No matter how fast you run,
Yet I nearly perish
In the midday sun.
Entry:
10.31
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Keys
without locks
Yet I unlock the soul.
Entry:
10.32
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Something
wholly unreal, yet seems real to I
Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Entry: 10.33
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am so simple,
That I can only point
Yet I guide men
All over the world.
Entry:
10.34
Date: Unknown
Who:The Riddle Manual
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
A
beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned.
But the man who drowned had no brother.
What was the relationship between the man who drowned and the beggar?
Entry:
11.1
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
For
our ambrosia we were blessed,
by Jupiter, with a sting of death.
Though our might, to some is jest,
we have quelled the dragon's breath.
Who are we?
Entry:
11.2
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
Colored
as a maiden tweaked,
time was naught when I began;
through the garden I was sneaked,
I alone am the fall of man.
What am I?
Entry: 11.3
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
Early
ages the iron boot tread,
with Europe at her command.
Through time power slipped and fled,
'til the creation of new holy land.
Who am I?
Entry:
11.4
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
One
thin, one bold,
one sick, one cold.
The earth we span,
to prey upon man.
Who are we?
Entry:
11.5
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
One
where none should be,
or maybe where two should be,
seeking out purity,
in the kings trees.
What am I?
Entry: 11.6
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
He
who makes it does not keep it.
He who takes it does not know it.
He who knows it does not want it.
He who gathers it must destroy it.
What is it?
Entry:
11.7
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
One
tooth to bite,
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What is it?
Entry:
11.8
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
This
creature, part man and part tree,
hates the termite as much as the flea.
His tracks do not match,
and his limbs may detach,
but he's not a strange creature to see.
What is it?
Entry: 11.9
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
The
part of the bird
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
What is it?
Entry:
11.10
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
Dead
and bound,
what once was free.
What made no sound,
now sings with glee.
What is it?
Entry:
11.11
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
The
root tops the trunk
on this backward thing,
that grows in the winter
and dies in the spring.
What is it?
Entry: 11.12
Date: Unknown
Who:s892804@MINYOS.XX.RMIT.OZ.AU
Author: Wee Willie
Compiled by Dan Judd.
Title: None
Riddle:
Touching
one, yet holding two,
it is a one link chain
binding those who keep words true,
'til death rent it in twain.
What is it?
Entry:
12.1
Date: Unknown
Who:Unknown
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
The
man who made it didn't need it.
The man who bought it didn't use it.
The man who used it didn't want it.
Entry:
13.1
Date: Unknown
Who:Unknown
Author: Deon Ramsey
Title: None
Riddle:
A
Statue with the Inscription : All ye who Enter here, weep, for my Story
is a sorrowfull one. (Or something similar)
The correct response was to weep in front of the statue, which opened
a secret
door behind It. I used a slightly harder version of that on my Group,
and it
stumped them for quite a while :-)
Entry:
14.1
Date: Unknown
Who:Unknown
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
The
wise and knowledgeable man is sure of it.
Even the fool knows it.
The rich man wants it.
The greatest of heroes fears it.
Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it.
What
is this upon which I ponder?
Entry: 15.1
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
Who:jmarvin@us.oracle.com
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am and yet can not
am an Idea, yet can rot
am two but none
am on land, but on sea.
What am I?
Entry:
15.2
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
Who:jmarvin@us.oracle.com
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
all
in white
Fossil, fresh snow, a loan, the sky,
Just what am I?
Entry:
16.1
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
Who:jmarvin@us.oracle.com
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am better than sex,
I am worse than MS-DOS,
Dead men eat me,
If you eat me you'll die.
Entry:
16.2
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
Who:jmarvin@us.oracle.com
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
Two
horses, swiftest travelling,
Harnessed in a pair, and
Grazing ever in places
Distant from them.
Entry: 16.3
Date: Thu Apr 9 18:45:57 1992
Who:jmarvin@us.oracle.com
dschoen@cs.vu.nl
Author: Duncan Schoen (?)
Title: None
Riddle:
What
is greater than God,
Worse than the Devil,
Dead man eat it,
If you eat it you'll die.
Entry:
17.1
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
Who:lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant's daughter, an eager-armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin, holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catches me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.
Entry:
17.2
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
Who:lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
Title: None
Riddle:
I
saw a swift one shoot out on the road:
S S I P
I saw a woman sitting alone.
Entry: 17.3
Date: Wed Apr 15 11:33:19 1992
Who:lgrant@maths.tcd.ie
Author: _A Feast Of Creatures. Anglo-Saxon Riddle Songs_ by Craig Williamson
ISBN 0-85967-671-4
Title: None
Riddle:
Power
and treasure for a prince to hold,
Hard and steep-cheeked, wrapped in red
Gold and garnet, ripped from a plain
Of bright flowers, wrought - a remnant
Of fire and file, bound in stark beauty
With delicate wire, my grip makes
Warriors weep, my sting threatens
The hand that grasps gold. Studded
With a ring, I ravage heir and heirloom.
To
my lord and foes always lovely
And deadly, altering face and form.
Entry:
18.1
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title: None
Riddle:
As
I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?
Entry:
18.2
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title: None
Riddle:
Thirty
white horses upon a red hill,
Now they stamp,
Now they champ,
Now they stand still.
Entry:
18.3
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Dawns
away,
The day's turned grey,
And I must travel far away.
But I'll be back,
And then we'll track,
The light of yet another day.
Entry:
18.4
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Deep,
dark, underground,
That is the place where I'll be found.
Yet brought into the light of day,
I sprinkle sunlight every-which-a-way.
Though dulled with oil I will be found,
I am remarkably well and throughly sound.
Cut me quick and it will be seen,
That I instantly have a marvelous sheen.
Entry:
18.5
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title: None
Riddle:
Long
legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
Entry:
18.6
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Monkee's TV Show
Title: None
Riddle:
What
has six eyes,
Six arms,
Six legs,
Three heads,
And a very short life?
Entry: 18.7
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
What
is it that speaks without any words?
And can be loudly, and distinctly heard?
Will drive away friend, and foe alike.
And is enough to make a stolid man's face alight?
Entry:
18.8
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
What
must be in the oven yet can not be baked?
Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day?
What sinks in water but rises with air?
Looks like skin, but is fine as hair?
Entry:
18.9
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Little
Johnny Walker,
My, but he was a talker!
Yet nary a word did he say!
When I took him out,
Then they would all point and shout!
And ask that I put him away.
(This is NOT a dirty riddle.
So get your mind out of the gutter!)
Entry:
18.10
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title: None
Riddle:
Two
legs sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap.
In comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him.
Up jumps two legs, grabs up three legs, throws it after four legs,
and makes him bring back one leg.
Who
are we?
Entry: 18.11
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
They
are many and one,
They wave and they drum,
Used to cover a stare,
They go with you everywhere.
Entry:
18.12
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Stomp,
stomp,
Chomp, chomp,
Romp, romp.
Standing still,
all in gear.
Entry:
18.13
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Sweet
tooth,
Ah shoot,
All gone,
We all long,
For another piece of it.
Entry:
18.14
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
It
comes in on little cat's feet,
Is neither sour, nor sweet.
Hovers in the air,
And then is not there.
Entry: 18.15
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
A
laugh,
A cry,
A moan,
A sigh.
Entry:
18.16
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
What
is it you have to answer?
But to answer you have to ask?
And to ask you have to speak?
And to speak you have to know,
The answer.
Entry:
18.17
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
can hit you in the eye,
Yet twinkle in the sky,
Expanding when I die,
What do you think am I?
Entry:
18.18
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Squishes,
Squashes,
Wishes I washes,
Can get it in my hair,
Makes me not look too fair.
Entry: 18.19
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
White
on black,
And black on white.
Helps you to know things,
By using your sight.
Entry:
18.20
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Up
a hill,
Down a hill,
Over them I may roam,
But after all my walking,
There's no place like my own.
Entry:
18.21
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
This
thing is a most amazing thing.
For it can be both as sharp as a knife,
Or as flat as a floor.
And yet, for all that it can be,
It is as natural as a bee.
Entry:
18.22
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Deep,
deep, do they go.
Spreading out as they go.
Never needing any air.
They are sometimes as fine as hair.
Entry: 18.23
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Unknown
Title: None
Riddle:
Oh
Lord! I am not worthy!
I bend my limbs to the ground.
I cry, yet without a sound.
Let me drink of waters deep.
And in silence I will weep.
Entry:
18.24
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Shifting,
Shifting, Drifting deep.
Below me great and mighty cities sleep.
Swirling, Scurlling, All around.
I'm only where no water will be found.
Entry:
18.25
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
bubble and laugh
And spit water in your face.
I am no lady,
And I don't wear lace.
Entry:
18.26
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
What
has wings,
But can not fly.
Is enclosed,
But can outside also lie.
Can open itself up,
Or close itself away.
Is the place of kings and queens,
And doggerel of every means.
What is it upon which I stand?
Which can lead us to different lands.
Entry:
18.27
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Do
not begrude this,
For it is the fate of every man.
Yet it is feared,
And shunned in many lands.
Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
Can hobble the strongest, and make memory laps.
What is this danger we all face?
For being a part - of the human race.
Entry:
18.28
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Woe
to Norman,
That craggy man.
Who's known such horrors,
As to exceed the grief of man.
And as it was written,
A daughter was lost.
When the seas came a coming,
With a shout, and hoar frost.
Oh, where can he be?
This man of cruel fate.
Whose teeth are gnashing,
And a face full of hate.
Entry: 18.29
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
His
eyes were raging,
That scraggly beast.
His lips were bursting,
With rows of angry teeth.
Upon his back a razor was found,
And in his thoughts - my death abound.
It was a fearsome battle we fought,
My life - or his, one would be bought.
And when we were through, and death chilled the air,
We cut out his heart, and ate it with flair.
Who was he?
Entry:
18.30
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
travelled inwards,
To that heart where no one else roamed.
Where only the birds and animals found a home.
Where the pixies flew with an audible air,
And tangles twigs and leaves within my hair.
Ah. I love this place, this paradise,
Where everything is so beautiful,
So still, and so nice.
Where did he go?
Entry:
18.31
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Of
these things - I have two.
One for me - and one for you.
And when you ask about the price,
I simply smile and nod twice.
Entry: 18.32
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
am a strange creature,
Hovering in the air,
Moving from here to there,
With a brilliant flare.
Some say I sing,
But others say I have no voice.
So I just hum - as a matter of choice.
What am I?
Entry:
18.33
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Sleeping
during the day,
I hide away.
Watchful through the night,
I open at dawn's light.
But only for the briefest time,
Do I shine.
And then I hide away,
And sleep through the day.
Entry:
18.34
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Looks
like water,
But it's heat.
Sits on sand,
Lays on concrete.
People have been known,
To follow it everywhere.
But it gets them no place,
And all they can do is stare.
Entry: 18.35
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
A
part of heaven,
Though it touches the earth.
Some say it's valuable,
Others - no worth.
Entry:
18.36
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
stand,
And look across the sea,
With its waves, crests, troughs, and valleys.
I stride,
Across this water, my horse following after,
And while it laps against his withers,
And brushes against my thighs,
I fill the emptiness with laughter.
And he - with his sighs.
Whether do we go?
Or do we go at all?
Or are we simply out here wading,
To the next port of call.
Where the sea ends,
Where the loam lays firm beneath my feet,
And I can mount my steed again,
And continue til next we meet.
What
is really being talked about?
Entry: 18.37
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
It
roars its challenge,
And I respond.
It takes my abuse,
And goes beyond.
Filled with liquid,
In my hurried haste,
I wield my staff,
In this turgid race.
But once I have vanquished,
The mighty foe,
I float like a thistle,
While moving ever so slow.
What
are we talking about really?
Entry:
18.38
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
I
was born blind,
And could not see,
Until it was a quarter of three.
I could not smile,
Til half past six,
And all of my arms and legs
Were made of sticks.
Entry:
18.39
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Ah!
My breath doth shake,
My limbs are thin,
My belly aches.
Whiteness doth crown my head,
And the tracks I leave,
Are unsteady where I've led.
I look out through rheumy eyes,
And seem to say my last goodbyes.
The darkness doth draw me near,
I lean towards it - the better to hear.
Entry:
18.40
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
A
riddle given by two people to a third:
(1st person, 2nd person)
Tis
not, tis is.
Tis good, tis bad.
Tis left, tis right.
Tis day, tis night.
Entry:
18.41
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title: None
Riddle:
Hick-a-more,
Hack-a-more,
On the King's kitchen door.
All the King's horses,
And all the King's men,
Couldn't get Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
Off the King's kitchen door.
Entry:
18.42
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
It
was once upon a time,
and nursery rhymes.
When genii's stood all in a row.
When Little Jack Horner,
Sat in his corner,
And all the King's men said "Aye! Aye!" today.
So Heigh-Diddle-diddle,
Eat crumpets and play the fiddle,
While a cow makes curry and whey.
And we'll all laugh,
To see such fun,
And maybe we'll come again - to play.
Entry: 18.43
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
It
is a tolling of the night.
When all is still.
And the wind whispers near the mill.
Twas struck twelve times!
And his voice rang out!
And then, it was stilled.
Entry:
18.44
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
What
mysteries are in its creation?
Who's hand did bend its ore?
Where did the knowledge come from?
And could he have made any more?
On his finger it did lie,
Yet on his soul the more.
For the fire it would bring,
Would make his heart ring,
And death, would come knocking at his door.
Entry:
18.45
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
It
was asked of me what I could be made,
And so people were fed from me.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so houses were built.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so things were written.
It was asked of me what I could be made,
And so I fertilized the ground.
But when asked more of what I could be made,
There was nothing to be found.
Entry: 18.46
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
With
this you can do wonderous things.
Look at things close, or far away,
You can see things big,
Or you can see things small.
Or maybe you don't see things at all.
I come in many colors and hues,
Sometimes green and sometimes blue.
And when I'm red - it's not from shame,
But from something with a different name.
Entry:
18.47
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Oh
how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
Entry:
18.48
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
They
were made for a fairy queen's feet.
To cover them and keep them tidy, and neat.
A flower, of various sizes and hues,
Their name is the opposite of a grown man's shoes.
Entry:
18.49
Date: Unknown
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Part
pickle, part crazy,
You can't call this flower lazy.
It perks its head up with a snout
And if it had a voice - I'm sure it'd shout.
Entry:
18.50
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Bound
by age, comfort and zest,
The inquiring hand could not rest.
But given to her heart's desire,
She gave to us - our worst quagmires.
And so now we wallow in our grief,
And seeking to close the box we weep.
While famine, plague, and other woes,
Beset ourselves - and our foes.
Entry:
18.51
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Nestled
among a thorny embrace,
What should I see but a small, plump, face.
With cheeks rosey red,
And neck way too long.
He'll be ripe for plucking,
Before too long.
Entry:
18.52
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
A
muttered rumble was heard from the pen,
And I, in my walking, stopped to look in.
What was this I saw?
A massive beast, hooved, and jawed.
With spikes upon its mighty brow,
I watched as he struck the turf and prowled.
And yet for all of his magnificience,
He couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Entry: 18.53
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: A song riddle
Riddle:
There
once was a man who sang this song:
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
He'd sit around and sing this song:
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go,
Singing all night long!
Hey dilly, dill, dang, dang, do-reeee!
He'd stay up til it was three!
On
his knee he'd keep a jug!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
And with it he'd keep a mug!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" away he'd go!
Off to see the girls.
To laugh and sing and play his games,
Until he went insane!
Oh
what can it be that's this much fun?
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Seems its liked by everyone.
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
"Hi! Ho!" off we go!
Off to have some fun!
To have a taste, a bit of fun,
And be like everyone!
Tell
me now, all about this row!
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Oh, what's this now, I feel like a sow?
Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
Up is down and down is up,
I feel so sick inside.
Guess I'll have to drink some more,
Or cover my head and hide!
"Hi!
Ho!" away we go!
Off into the night!
And if you can tell me what this is,
I'll tell you that you're right!
"Hi! Ho!" away we go!
Off into the night!
So tell me quick, I've got an itch,
To have some more tonight!
YEAH!
Entry: 18.54
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Twas
the night of the day
in which I must relay
that in which I took part in.
For the sun was out
and without so much as a shout
he quietly went in.
Twas ever so queer
I thought he would leer
but never a word did I get in.
For without another word
(at least that's what I heard)
He was back to the place he'd been in.
Entry:
18.55
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Twas
the giantess who told me what to do.
Twas she who opened the doors,
And close the windows. Not I.
Twas her who decided the chair did well on the lawn.
And the table should be in the basement.
I have done naught to deserve punishment,
For I did not place the dog on the lamp,
Nor the cat in the chimney.
Twas the giantess.
Entry: 18.56
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
A
lazy day looked down upon her,
And with eyes barely slitted, she saw me.
I wondered if I should wander.
But drew back when her eyes grew the bigger.
Satisfied of my cowering, she stretched,
Yawned, and spread her fingers langorously.
And I, with my petite fingers rubbed my nose as I watched.
She knew I had to eat and that soon I would emerge.
Drawing my darkness forth with me to escape notice.
It would not matter, for in the end we would
Perform our pagan dance. With its rituals of sunlight,
And shadow. Of words, softly spoken - or sprayed upon the wall.
If I am lucky, oh so lucky, I will whisk away
Upon a squeal of delight - or is it pain?
And ponder the world once more, from within
The hovel, the crawl space, the cracks.
Where I live.
Entry:
18.57
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
From
sun up to sun down I stare out across the sea.
From sun down to sun up I stare out across the sea.
But while with sun up I can only blink in the brightness.
With the sun down I can blink out the brightness.
Entry: 18.58
Date: 5/8/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
(Talked with a definite beat.)
A
lot of bark,
But no one notices.
A lot to bite,
And everyone cares.
I'm not a dog,
If anyone notices.
And there's a lot to me,
But I don't have hair.
I stand up straight,
If you've noticed me.
I've got lots of limbs,
If anyone cares.
I can give you shade,
If you've noticed it.
And I do even more,
I give you air.
Entry:
18.59
Date: 9/16/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
Twas
in December or June,
When my lady did swoon.
When her hair did fall off,
And her glasses were lost.
When she did scream,
In a manner most obscene.
While pointing at me,
And saying "Eeeeee! Eeeeee!"
I must say it was all a bit much,
Since no one did I touch.
But it was quite apparent,
That something was errant.
So I decided to come back another day,
When, mayhap, she was away.
Entry: 18.60
Date: 9/16/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title: None
Riddle:
This
thing is many things.
It is joyful,
It is quiet,
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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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's 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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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 Dick 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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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@pokey.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:
18.81
Date: 10/14/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
What
is it that races your mind?
Sets your heart on fire,
And blows off time?
Used to be a drink,
But isn't anymore.
And can be bought down the street;
In the five and ten cent store?
Entry: 18.82
Date: 10/15/92
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
I
saw a company a marching,
A marching across the sea.
And looking upon them,
I asked myself "What can they be?"
For there was a horse,
And there was a cow,
And there were men marching,
With houses and trees. But how?
I
saw a company marching,
A marching across the sea.
And wondered in my rest,
How lazy I must be.
Entry:
18.83
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
I'm
up.
I'm down.
I'm all around.
Yet never can I be found.
Who
am I?
Entry:
18.84
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
I
can be moved.
I can be rolled.
But nothing will I hold.
I'm red and I'm blue.
And I can be other colors too.
Having no head, though similar in shape,
I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
What
am I?
Entry: 18.85
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
I
can be eaten,
I can be grown,
And sometimes you'll find me,
As part of your home.
Though able to bend,
And sticky when broke,
I'm stouter than maple,
But weaker than oak.
What
am I?
Entry:
18.86
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
Upon
me you can tread,
Though softly under cover.
And I will take you places,
That you have yet to discover.
I'm high, and I'm low,
Though flat in the middle.
And though a joy to the children,
Adults think of me little.
What
am I?
Entry:
18.87
Date: 8 Apr 92 14:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
What
is it which builds things up?
Lays mountains low?
Dries up lakes,
And makes things grow?
Cares not a whim about your passing?
And is like few other things,
Because it is everlasting?
Entry: 18.88
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
It
sat upon a willow tree,
And sang softly unto me.
Easing my pain and sorrow with its song,
I wished to fly, but tarried long.
And in my suffering,
The willow was like a cool clear spring.
What was it that helped me so?
To spend my time in my woe.
Entry:
18.89
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
I
awoke with start.
Hearing its voice in the dark.
And shook more so from within,
Than that which came upon the wind.
Then, with a flare and a flash.
I hid my head and awaited the crash.
What is it that shook my body so?
And made me hide way down low?
Entry:
18.90
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Title: A Riddle
Riddle:
Quickly,
quickly up they run.
Then down again here they come.
Moving up, then down, then up again,
Take notes, and start again.
Combining both sharps and flats.
Does anyone know where they are at?
Entry: 18.91
Date: 9 Feb 93 17:29:56 GMT
Who:mark@pokey.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Plato via W.H.D.Rouse's "Great Dialogues of Plato"
Title: None
Riddle:
A
man not a man saw and did not see a bird not a bird
sitting on a stick not a stick and hit it with a stone
not a stone.
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:
What
answer is blowing in the wind?
Entry:
21.1
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
Who:zorn@apple.com
Author: Jed Hartman
Title: None
Riddle:
I
heard of an invading, vanquishing army
sweeping across the land, liquid-quick;
conquering everything, quelling resistance.
With it came darkness, dimming the light.
Humans hid in their houses, while outside
spears pierced, shattering stone walls.
Uncountable soldiers smashed into the ground,
but each elicited life as he died;
when the army had vanished, advancing northward,
the land was green and growing, refreshed.
Entry:
21.2
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
Who:zorn@apple.com
Author: Jed Hartman
Title: None
Riddle:
I
saw a strange creature:
Long, hard, and straight,
Thrusting into a round, dark opening,
Preparing to discharge its load of lives.
Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it,
Then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Say what I mean.
Entry:
21.3
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
Who:zorn@apple.com
Author: James Thurber's _The Thirteen Clocks_
Title: None
Riddle:
I
can find a thing I cannot see and see a thing I cannot find.
The first is time, the second is a spot before my eyes.
Entry: 21.4
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 92 13:20:32 -0700
Who:zorn@apple.com
Author: James Thurber's _The Thirteen Clocks_
Title: None
Riddle:
I
can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel.
The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.
Entry:
22.1
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: From Zork II by Infocom
Title: None
Riddle:
Never
ahead, ever behind,
Yet flying swiftly past,
For a child, I last forever,
For adults, I'm gone too fast.
Entry:
22.2
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: From Zork II by Infocom
Title: None
Riddle:
Tall
she is, and round as a cup,
Yet all the king's horses
Can't draw her up.
Entry:
22.3
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: From Might & Magic II by New World Computing
Title: None
Riddle:
There
more of it there is,
The less you see.
Entry:
22.4
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: From Might & Magic II by New World Computing
Title: None
Riddle:
What
is not enough for one,
Just right for two,
Too much for three?
Entry: 22.5
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: Sean Molley
Title: None
Riddle:
What
gets wetter the more it dries?
Entry:
22.6
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: Sean Molley
Title: None
Riddle:
H
I J K L M N O
What word does this represent?
Entry:
22.7
Date: Wed, 06 May 1992 11:29:14 CDT
Who:Sean Molley -> mollems@WKUVX1.BITNET
Author: Sean Molley
Title: None
Riddle:
A
long snake
With a stinging bite,
I stay coiled up
Unl
