From: Jason Joel Thompson (jasonjthompson@home.com)
Date: Sat Jan 06 2001 - 21:39:34 MST
I really like riddles-- and I used to spend a fairly significant time making
them.
I'd be pleased to lob a few of my constructs onto the list, if demand
warrants.
Here's a quick one:
I am built from the first,
then the third,
the fourth,
then the second.
What am I?
----
Also, I'd like to share this lovely poem by Catherine Maria Fanshawe. It
gave me genuine pleasure upon first reading; if you're familiar with it, you
might want to let the newbies have a shot:
'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
--
::jason.joel.thompson::
::founder::
::wild.ghost.studios | www.wildghost.com
::kung.fu.blue
This archive was generated by hypermail 2.1.5 : Sat Nov 02 2002 - 08:04:36 MST