The verse is completed thus—
Rude Eurus murmurs, trustful buds uncurl,
Bulbs push, due culture nurtures fruitful flush;
Thrush builds, full sunhued plumes furze tufts unfurl,
Up bursts, pure flute-fugue, Bulbul’s tuneful gush.
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The enigma—
I see my first, I see my next,
And both I sigh and see
Joined to my third, which much perplexed
And sorely puzzled me.
’Twas fifty, and ’twas something more,
Reversed ’twas scarce an ell,
With first and next it forms a whole
Clear as a crystal bell.
What is my whole? A splendid tear
Upheld in cruel thrall;
Blow soft, ye gales, bright sun, appear!
And bid it gently fall.
is solved by ICICLE.
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The charade—