Vulcan’s Peak

Riddle me this

January 21, 2009 12:27 pm

Last Christmas, my brothers gave me the 2008 Dragonology calendar, which I assure you has been a great help this year in learning to identify dragons, read dragon script, and evaluate dragon treasure. The June page is a lesson on “Elementary Riddle Work,” though I hadn’t really noticed until I took the calender down this month — with all my moving about last summer, I didn’t have the calendar up anywhere during the month of June.

Anyway, the page is covered in riddles, some of which I’d seen before and some that I hadn’t.  I know a bunch of you are riddle fans, so I thought I would share.  I’ll put the answer in white text below the riddle so you won’t see the answer unless you highlight it.

What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife,
What the poor have, the rich require,
And what contented men desire,
What misers spend, and spendthrifts save,
And all men carry to the grave?
Nothing

Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.
A ship

The wave, over the wave, a weird thing I saw,
Through-wrought, and wonderful ornate:
A wonder on the waves, water become bone.
Ice

Oft I must strive with wind and wave, battle them both when under the sea.
I feel out the bottom, a foreign land. In lying still, I am strong in the strife;
If I fail in that, they are stronger than I, and wrenching me loose, soon put me to rout.
They wish to capture what I must keep. I master them both if my grip holds out.
If the rocks bring succor and lend support, strength in the struggle. Ask me my name!
An anchor

The part of the bird that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry.
Its shadow

What gets wetter the more it dries?
A towel

The Riddle of the Sphinx: What goes on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening?
A person

Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies,
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm and feeling no pain.
A shadow

What force and strength cannot get through
I with a gentle touch can do,
And many in the street would stand,
Were I not a friend at hand.
A key

Round like an apple, deep like a cup,
Yet all the king’s horses can’t pull it up.
A well

Old Mother Twitchet had one eye,
And a long tail that she let fly,
And every time she went through a gap
She left a bit of her tail in the trap.
A needle and thread

Long legs, bandy thighs,
A little head, and no eyes.
A pair of tongs

In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple does appear.
No doors are there to this stronghold–
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
An egg

Black we are, and much admired,
Men seek for us if they’re tired.
We tire the horse, but comfort man,
Tell me this riddle if you can.
Coal

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits,
Kits, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
One

A hill-full, a hole-full,
You cannot catch a bowl-full.
Mist or fog

Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose,
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
A candle

Black within and red without,
With four corners round about.
A chimney

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