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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 can boast a head and tail,
Has feathers and an eye,
And sometimes wings; yet what avail?
It cannot walk or fly.
And St. Paul was my first, we ’re told;
And my first may be bought
In bottles,—but though rare and old,
Its value ’s almost naught.
Out of my last my first is made,
My last is in a crown;
And heroes wield its shining blade
For glory and renown.
My whole, a marvel of brute force
With human power combined;
We never see it now, of course,
We ’ve left it far behind.