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1	
Great power from little strength I bring.
I open closed houses, but again I close the open.
I guard the house for the master, but in turn am guarded by him. KEY

2	
When God by flood was punishing vile sin,
And by those waters cleansing evil's stain,
I first fulfilled the patriarch's command,
As by a fruitful bough I signified
Salvation to the earth was come. Thenceforth
My heart is ever gentle, and in me,
A happy bird, no black bile ever flows. DOVE

3	
The shining pelican, whose yawning throat
Gulps down the waters of the sea, long since
Produced me, white as he. Through snowy fields
I kept a straight road, leaving deep-blue tracks
Upon the gleaming way, and darkening
The fair champaign with black and tortuous paths;
Yet one way through the plain suffices not,
For with a thousand bypaths runs the road,
And them who stray not from it, leads to heaven.  PEN

4	
Gown but not a priest;
Crown but not a king.  ROOSTER

5	
Clink! The sieve! Clank! An iron sheet;
At night he is full, by day his stomach empty.  FASTING

6	
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black PAPER

7	
You neither plant nor plough me
yet you eat me.
I am the child of water
Yet if my parents touch me 
I die.  SALT

8	
Incongruous is my visage to my frame:
Though horns are on my head, the rest of me
Appears a hideous man; by fame well known
Through all the Gnossian land, a bastard, born
In Crete of unknown sire, by double name
Of man and beast together I am called. MINOTAUR

9	
Within the skin is the hide, 
Within the hide is the bone
Within the bone is the flesh, and 
Within the flesh is the blood.  COCONUT

10	
I was locked in a narrow nest,
My beak bound below the water
In a dark dive; the sea surged
Where my wings woke--my body quickened
From the clutch of wave and wandering wood.
Born black, streaked white, I rise
From the womb of waves on the wind's back,
Sailing over seals' bath. Who am I?  GOOSE
 
11	
At the body's end a little weight I clung.
You would say grown there, so is no one burdened by my weight;
my face, though single, productive of many forms. RING

12	
There is a feminine being which keeps it babes safe beneath its 
bosom; they, though voiceless, raise a cry sonorous over the waves
of the sea and across all the dry land, reaching what mortals they
desire, and they may hear even when they are not there; but their
sense of hearing is dull.  LETTER

13	
Take five hundred from the opposite of light, and tell
me where your father's father dwelt in the
time of the Deluge. ARK

14	
In the ground my head lies buried,
Yet with care I'm never harried.
In my early youth and fresh,
White and tender is my flesh,
Green my tail; of lowly plight,
The rich man's scorn, the boor's delight.
The peasant on me sets good store,
The noble casts me from his door.  LEEK

15	
A woman carries fire on her head,
Hopelessly waiting for her lover;
Her body melting, she can't seem to control herself,
Crying, crying until it's dawn.  CANDLE

16	
In battle I rage against wave and wind,
Strive against storm, dive down seeking
A strange homeland, shrouded by the sea.
In the grip of war, I am strong when still;
In battle-rush, rolled and ripped
In flight. Conspiring wind and wave
Would steal my treasure, strip my hold,
But I seize glory with a guardian tail
As the clutch of stones stands hard
Against my strength. Can you guess my name? ANCHOR

17	
Sometimes black, sometimes white.
I have veins, but no blood. MARBLE

18	
I have traveled with someone who never tells me to rest SHADOW

19	
In a deserted plain a tortoise died,
A whole village mourned it.  ECLIPSE

20	
What is wingless and legless,
Yet flies and cannot be imprisoned? VOICE

21	
If you slash it, it heals at once. WATER

22	
I'm a noble being, known to earls,
And I rest often with the high and the low,
Famed among the folk. I fare widely.
With me at times remote from friends,
Booty remains, when I glory in the burgs
And a bright course. Now learned men
Greatly love my presence.  MOON

23	
I am the lone wood in the warp of battle,
Wounded by iron, broken by blade,
Weary of war. Often I see
Battle-rush, rage, fierce fight flaring--
I hold no hope for help to come
Before I fall finally with warriors
Or feel the flame. The hard hammer-leavings
Strike me; the bright-edged, battle-sharp
Handiwork of smiths bites in battle.
Always I must await the harder encounter
For I could never find in the world any
Of the race of healers who heal hard wounds
With roots and herbs. So I suffer
Sword-slash and death-wound day and night. SHIELD

24	
Twelve brothers and sisters and only one father and mother,
One intestine and one stomach, one heart and two arms;
But including the parents, they all add to one when you count them. CLOCK

25	
My heavy body and great limbs sprout plumes;
I have the falcon's hue, but not his flight,
For through the upper air my scanty wings
Could never bear me; rather, I must pace
On foot through dirty fields. Smooth eggs I lay,
To make men cups. Phoenician Africa,
So runs the rumour, is my native land. OSTRICH

26	
A serpentine of gold;
Nobody wants it,
Although it may be worth a fortune.  LIGHTNING

27	
Two brothers are we: great burdens we bear,
By which we are heavily pressed;
The truth is to say, we are full all the day,
And empty when we go to rest. SHOES

28	
Black I am and much admired,
Men seek me until they're tired;
When they find me, break my head,
And take me from my resting bed. COAL

29	
To ease me of their care
I do both rend and tear
Their mother's bowels still;
Yet though I do,
There are but few,
That seem to take it ill.  PLOUGH

30	
On his body he sports a robe;
He has eyes, but no eyebrows;
He has wings, but he can't fly;
He has no feet, but he can travel a long distance. FISH

31	
A mighty blacke horse, with gallant white winges,
Within his grand paunch beares many straunge things:
He oft doth travayle for masters avayle,
And carges his bridle tyed fast to his tayle.
In going hee flyes twixt earth and the ayre,
And oft, where they would not, his riders doth beare:
Hee hath divers eies, and yet cannot see,
I pray you doe tell mee what may this beast bee? BOAT

32	
It will follow you one thousand miles and not miss home.
It desires neither food nor flowers.
It fears not water, fire, knives, nor soldiers
But it disappears when the sun sets behind the western mountains. SHADOW

33	
Old Grandpa Diddle Daddle
Jumped in the mudpuddle,
Green cap and yellow shoes.
Guess all your loftiness
And you can't guess these news.  FROG

34	
I tremble at each breath of air,
And yet can heaviest burdens bear. WATER

35	
Long, swift daughter of the beauteous forest I'm born along,
with innumerable throng of my companions equally encompassed;
I speed over many paths, leaving not a trace behind. SHIP

36	
My first does innocence express;
My second, 'tis part of a dress:
United, they a period show
That's free from vices, guilt and woe. CHILDHOOD

37	
I am a prince's property and joy,
Sometimes his shoulder-companion,
Close comrade in arms, king's servant,
Lord's treasure. Sometimes my lady,
A bright-haired beauty, lays serving
Hands on my body, though she is noble
And the daughter of an earl. I bear
In my belly what blooms in the wood,
The bee's delight. Sometimes I ride
A proud horse in the rush of battle--
Harsh in my voice, hard is my tongue.
I bear the scop's mead when his song is done.
My gift is good, my way winning,
My color dark. Say what I'm called.  HORN

38	
Green but not a lizard,
white without being snow,
and bearded without being a man. LEEK

39	
Your hear it hum, it hits you,
but you don't see it.  WIND

40	
Riddle-me-ree,
Locked up inside you
And yet they can steal it from you. HEART

41	
Riddley, riddley, riddley rout,
What does a little boy hold in his hand
When he goes out?  DOORKNOB

42	
I have two skins; one to lie on,
And the other to cover myself with.
What are they?  SKY AND EARTH

43	
It is not mortal nor yet immortal; rather, it has a nature so mixed
that its life is neither in man's estate nor in a god's, but its substance
ever grows fresh and then dies again; it may not be seen by the eye,
yet it is known of all.  DREAM

44	
Which great one that glides o'er the earth,
and swallows both waters and woods?
The wind he fears, but wights nowise,
and seeks to harm the sun. FOG

45	
By nature I am simple and have no wisdom in any way,
but now every wise man will follow my tracks;
now I dwell on earth, erewhile I roamed on high through the heavens;
I am white in appearance, though I leave black traces. QUILL

46	
Oh would I have which I had yesterday;
heed what I had:
men's hamperer, word's hinderer,
and speeder of speech. ALE

47	
It stands on its one leg with its heart in its head. CABBAGE

48	
Middle-earth is made lovely in unmatched ways
Rich and rare. I saw a strange creature
Riding the road, weird craft and power
From the workshops of men. She came sliding
Up on the shore, shrieking without sight,
Eyes, arms, shoulders, hands--
Sailed on one foot over smooth plains--
Treasure and haul. Her mouth in the middle
Of a hoard of ribs, she carries corn-
Gold, grain-treasure, wine-wealth.
The feast-floater brings in her belly food
For rich and poor. Let the wise who catch
The drift of this riddle say what I mean. SHIP

49	
Tell me now this thing.
What house is always murmuring,
Though the indwellers all are dumb?
Now please me with the answer. Come!  RIVER AND FISH

50	
Even if I don't come looking for it,
it will come looking for me.  FATE

51	 
Runs smoother than any rhyme, 
Loves to fall but cannot climb WATER

52	
A strange creature ran on a rippling road,
Its cut was wild, its body bowed,
Four feet under belly, eight on its back,
Two wings, twelve eyes, six heads, one track.
It cruised the waves decked out like a bird,
But was more--the shape of a horse, man,
Dog, bird, and the face of a woman--
Weird riddle-craft riding the drift of words--
Now sing the solution to what you've heard. SHIPS