Answer:
What common verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?
What can you throw but not catch?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?