You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx.
Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,Under the...
Henceforth nothing could shake him and no doubt could cause him to waver. He had found his way to sphinxlike imperturbability.
The Sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler.
It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.
First think of the person who lives in disguise,Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,The middle of middle and the end of end?And finally gi...