Загадки на английском языке - стр. 5
(Shadow)
They are Dark,
And always on the run.
Without the sun,
Would be none.
(Shadow)
I'm as small as an ant,
As big as a whale.
I'll approach like a breeze,
But can come like a gale.
By some I get hit,
But all have shown fear.
I'll dance to the music,
Though I can't hear.
Of names I have many,
Of names I have one.
I'm as slow as a snail,
But from me you can't run.
(Shadow)
I like to pay a visit
About this time of year,
And you are glad to see me
When I suddenly appear,
For if it's very cold
You can play with me all day
But when she sun shines brightly,
Quickly I'll go away.
(Snow)
High born, my touch is gentle,
Purest white is my lace,
Silence is my kingdom,
Green is the color of my death.
(Snow)
As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew,
An angel's dusting from the stars
That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon.
(Snow)
White bird, featherless,
Flying out of paradise,
Flying over sea and land,
Dying in my hand.
(Snowflake)
At night they come without being fetched,
And by day they are lost without being stolen.
(Star)
Always quiet,
Always creeping,
Awake at night,
In daytime sleeping.
(Stars)
I'm like a garden
Of blossoms bright
That only blooms
In dark of night.
(Stars)
I daily am in France and Spain,
At times do all the world explore,
Since time began I've held my reign,
And shall till time will be no more.
I never in my life have strolled
In garden, field, or city park,
Yet all of these are sad and cold
If I'm not there and it is dark.
(Sun)
Inside a great blue castle
Lives a shy young maid
She blushes in the morning
And comes not out at night.
(Sun)
A golden treasure that never stays,
The coin whose face gives wealth to all.
Strands, nuggets, and dust of gold
Are all bought with its shining grace.
And all are more precious than any gleaming metal.
(Sun)
I rise up every morning,
I'm never up at night,
Children love to see me
When I am warm and bright,
But if I'm hot and strong
Each flower drops its head,
And gardeners complain
And wish for rain instead.
(Sun)
The snow is thawing,
The rivers start flowing,
The birds arriving,
When does it happen?
(Spring)
The rye fields are ripening,
The heavens are shining,
The birds are rejoicing.
When does it happen?
(Summer)
What is it
That makes tears without sorrow
And takes its journey to heaven?
(Smoke)
I am the black child of a white father,
A wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven.
I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me,
Even though there is no cause for grief,
And at once on my birth
I am dissolved into air.
(Smoke)
My mother has a sheet
Which she cannot double.
My father has so much money
To count it is trouble.
(Sky and Stars)
What can go through the water and yet
Not ever become the least bit wet?
(Sunshine)
You break it
Even if you name it.
(Silence)
What is always coming, but never arrives?
(Tomorrow)
What eats rocks,
Levels mountains,
Rusts metal,
Pushes the clouds
Across the sky,
And can make a young man old?
(Time)
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall,
And no man can survive its endless call.
(Time)
This thing all things devours:
Bird, beast, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, bites steel,
Grinds hard stones to meal,
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
(Time)
Fatherless and Motherless,
Born without sin
Roared when it came into the world,
And never spoke again.