Classic Riddles

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I?

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man’s song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night – and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled. What am I? Read More »

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I? Read More »

You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears. What am I?

You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears. What am I? Read More »

I am a fire’s best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? I am a fire’s best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I am a fire’s best friend. When fat, my body fills with wind. When pushed to thin, through my nose I blow. Then you can watch the embers glow. What am I? Read More »

Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it. What am I?

Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it. What am I? Read More »

A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. What am I?

A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. What am I?

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Can you solve this riddle? A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard. What am I? Read More »

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