My first is novel, shiny and bright My second a warring rose of white My third are a-changin', did Dylan write My whole to press will expedite
What am I?
New York Times
Tall as a tree, dressed in white, my bridal veil is shiny bright Up all night, never sleeping: if i rest, many are weeping. Upon the shores since the days of old, my silent message what am i?
My first is the base of a rose prominently displayed on a shelf, My second is a small space from which you cannot exit by yourself, My whole is a biological unit and restorer of health. What am I?
My first is how you feel on a day that's happy and bright. My second forms a landscape of stones, black and white. My third, a song like "Row Your Boat", but not like "Silent Night". My whole will take you nowhere, but fill you with delight.
My first three letters are a term in golf, While my second, third, and fourth are drawings. My first four are less than a whole, And all of me is a celebration.
Fifty is my first, my second is the third in fourth, and my end is the end of an ending. With a nut I become a nut that isn't, and without one I move. What am i?
