Its stately shimmer through the whole.
As crystal clear, it rears aloof
The single gem which forms its roof,
And never hath the eye surveyed
The master who that mansion made.
257. Why is a sculptor like a man who “splits his sides with laughter?”
258. Why were the Scribes and Pharisees like a great conflagration?
259. My first is a collection of water, my second is used when speaking of myself, my third is a fruit, my whole is a town in Hindostan.
260.
X U R, X U B,