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CHARADE: 3 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL

First Line: FROM HIS RUBY PAVILION PHOEBUS AROSE
Last Line: WHILE SUCH HAUGHTY TEMPERS SO OFTEN I SEE.
Subject(s): RUGS; CARPETS;

FROM his ruby pavilion Phœbus arose,
And looked down from his shining @3first,@1
And the earth at his glance, from her calm repose
Into beauty and gladness burst,
But the clouds of sorrow he could not chase,
Nor the gleaming tears upon Katie's face.

On a merry ride to the busy town
In my @3first@1 she too surely had reckoned,
Disappointed and angry she flung herself down
On my @3whole:@1 but alas, in my @3second;@1
So I told her, my @3second@1 you never can be
While such haughty tempers so often I see.



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