My first wears my second; My third might be what my first would acquire if he went to sea. Put together my one, two, three, And the belle of New York is the girl for me. What one word am I?
Manhattan.
A man can wear a hat, and a man might get a tan while at sea. "The Belle of New York" is a comedy play that ran in Manhattan at the turn of the century.
My first is third, like the sound of the sea. My second is the center of you, not me. My third is the end of him, not you. My fourth starts a picture, not a view. My fifth is in bean, though not in been, My sixth and seventh start seldom seen. Sunrise and sunset, warmth and cold, Put these together and a sign will unfold.
My first is in sugar but not in tea My second in swim but not in sea My third in apple and also pear My fourth in ring and also hare My last in ten but not in herd My whole a very complimentary word.
What am I?
My first is often at the front door. My second is found in the cereal family. My third is what most people want. My whole is one of the United States.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart; my second is in liver but not in heart; my third is in giant and also in ghost; whole I'm best when I am roast. What am I?
My first is in PORCH but not in DOOR
My second is in APPLE but not in CORE
My third is in CAN and also in TIN
My fourth is in GAIN but not in WIN
My last is in SOIL and also in CLAY
My whole is an artificial waterway.
