is solved by Out.
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One guiding eye I need
In running through the gaps;
My tail, as on I speed,
Is caught in many traps.
is solved by A Needle.
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The Chess charade—
Of all the birds that ever sought a mate,
My first is to but one appropriate,
So speak the word! nor silence shyly woo.
To find my next, go! wander in the Zoo!
My whole is a magician of the squares,
But Art, with Chess, his best affections shares,
So this, indeed, to him may be a law
When winning’s hopeless, grandly still to draw.
is solved by Boden.