I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low, and will stomp on you if you get in my way. What am I?

They cut doors in half and wear wooden shoes.

Which bus could cross the ocean?

What is long and slim, works in light; has but one eye, and an awful bite?

I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?

Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.

Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.

It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.

A useful thing, hard, firm, and white, outside in shaggy robe bedight... for service it is ready ever, and fails the hand that guides it never.

I'm a slippery fish in a cloudy sea; Neither hook nor spear will capture me; With your hand you must hunt down this fish, to see that it ends up in the dish.

In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear... yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?

A container holding water but not a cup. If you want to find me, look up. What am I?

In wealth I abound; in water I stand; As a fencer I'm valued all over the land...

What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?

With thieves I consort, With the Vilest, in short, I'm quite at ease in depravity, Yet all divines use me...

Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength... For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embrace.

I am the heart that does not beat. If cut, I bleed without blood. I can fly, but have no wings. I can float, but have no fins. I can sing, but have no mouth.

What number has all letters in alphabetical order when spelled out?

My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?