MY first is a letter in juxtaposition;
My second ’s a letter in Syro-Phœnician;
My third is a letter in fanfaronade;
My fourth is a letter in rhodomontade;
My fifth is a letter in comicalness;
My whole combines gain and desirableness.
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MY first was a hapless queen
Who died one day in Spring;
My first might stand before an Earl
But never before a King.
My second is Erin’s luck,
The end of all success;
My third is a Scandinavian god
Who succoured those in distress.
Scientists disagree
About the immortal soul;
But Evolution seems to prove
We ’re descended from my whole.
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MY first was into prison cast,
An angel made my first my last.
My first was hanged; with silent tread
The mourners came to view the dead.
Fair Enid, so the legends say,
Upon my total rode away.