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| What is it?
Riddles are short poems or texts that ask a question that seems difficult to answer. The following famous riddle by Catherine Fanshawe is talking about something, but what is it? And why is this riddle in the EnglishClub.com pronunciation section?Special note - this riddle uses the following contractions: 'twas = it was 'tis = it is 'twill = it will o'er = over e'en = even'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 the depth of the ocean Its presence confessed; '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, Honour 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 By the prodigal heir; It begins every hope, Every wish it must bound, It prays with the hermit, With monarchs is crowned; Without it the soldier, The sailor may roam, But woe to the wretch Who expels it from home! In the whisper of conscience 'Tis sure to be found, Nor e'en in the whirlwind Of passion is drowned; 'Twill soften the heart, But though deaf to the ear, It will make it acutely And instantly hear. But in short, let it rest Like a delicate flower, Oh, breathe on it softly, It dies in an hour! | |
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| What is it? Answer: the letter H
'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 the depth of the ocean Its presence confessed; '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, Honour 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 By the prodigal heir; It begins every hope, Every wish it must bound, It prays with the hermit, With monarchs is crowned; Without it the soldier, The sailor may roam, But woe to the wretch Who expels it from home! In the whisper of conscience 'Tis sure to be found, Nor e'en in the whirlwind Of passion is drowned; 'Twill soften the heart, But though deaf to the ear, It will make it acutely And instantly hear. But in short, let it rest Like a delicate flower, Oh, breathe on it softly, It dies in an hour! | |
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