English poem

My first, when full, holds many a pound

by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)

My first, when full, holds many a pound; In my last of my first a duke was drowned. My first of Troy is much renowned; My last an obstacle oft is found; ’Mid songs and dances they heard the sound Of my whole one time when a king was crowned.

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My first, of high degree
My first, the Scriptures say, in Eden grew
My first, though scrutinized with close inspections
My first, untidy though thou art
My first, with the meek brown eyes
My grandsire in the Mayflower came across the raging waters
My Lady Of Delight
My last are celebrated, noted, learned

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