This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the body falls home.
What is it?
RESULT: River, Gerard Manley Hopkins
I am not a human, nor am I an animal. I have eyes, but cannot see, and I have hair that you cannot comb. My brown skin has several layers but this seems a paradox, Because one is smooth and the other is hard. My skin protects my soft white flesh, and within my flesh is my opaque blood. What am I?
I live above a star, and yet I never burn, I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn, I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between, PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials, Now, tell me what I mean.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can. What am I ?
While walking down the street, I met a man. He tipped his hat and drew his cane. And in this riddle I told his name. What is the man's name?
I made little critters swarm, I made bits of ice burn, I killed a bunch of cows and even made water retreat from me. Who am I?
