English poem
My first is old and yellow
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first is old and yellow, Withered and seamed by age; A most discerning fellow, Oracular and sage.
My last comes in the winter, But not in storm or blast; The sluggard and the printer Will often take my last.
My whole is a goddess of fabulous fame. Or a long line of articles, somewhat the same.
More by Carolyn Wells
- My first is good when it ’s alone
- My first is made of clay
- My first is my last, and my first is my whole
- My first is often broken, ’t is so frail
- My first is the well known historical home
- My first was ground beneath the oppressor’s wheel
- My first ’s a sum of money that I have never seen
- My first ’s a very common thing