Composer's Prologue | ||
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no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A Painting with a peeling corner | To a scarlet dressed lad, I'am a mirror's reflection, with one corner fallen in downward direction |
2 | A Women with kitchen utensiles | With rolling wood and pan of steel. I'm ready to prepare any meal |
3 | A Woman with braided hair | Beneath the lake of shrouding mists, my hair descends in knotted twists |
4 | A Blue candle | Near an old lounging lord, I'm one who casts light; the one of five shaded like skies clear and bright |
5 | A Woman in a mask | With my face is most prominently shown, my identity remains unknown |
6 | A Frame dated 1732 | I mark the date of a picture on the wall; but not whether it was painted in spring, summer or fall |
7 | A Wig makeer | Midst gray and golden locks quite fake, I'm most in meed of what I make |
8 | A Sea monster | I'm the mythical scourge of a mist covered lake , my head above water on neck like a snake |
9 | A Woman in a red parasol | Within my grip is what blocks the rain; on a gold peaked scene, it's a reddish stain |
10 | A Mouse | Above counterfeit hair; below girl in disguise, to spot cats or cheese is the aim of my eyes |
11 | A Horse | Near doves in flight and two at rest, I'm what a knight rides on his quest |
12 | A Butterfly | While on ground I moved slow; having fled from my cocoon, I know mimic a bow |
13 | A Perched white bird | To me, seat and shoulder are one and the same; for I perch near gray locks on a nobleman's frame |
14 | A Librarain | I manage tomes stacked high and deep; to read, through glasses I must peep |
15 | A Larg nosed lady | My sniffer's red and of great size, twixt neck's jade stone and doe-like eyes |
16 | Lightening in a sky | I'm a charge within clouds that's released in a flash; I brighten the skies and shake the ground with a crash |
17 | A Mustached man | I'm a gentleman shown below the eye; beneth my snout gray whiskers lie |
18 | A Girl with a toy horse | I've a steed to show a friendly boy; in play we'll share my four hoofed toy |
19 | A Crescent Moon | In the night time I glow so a gent may well write; 0're shoulder I shine, for I'm no hand held light |
20 | A Frame with an engraved elephant | I'm a beast with a trunk on a portion of frame, a decorative image of African game |
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9 Oct 2008
Portrait Room: Stage 1
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