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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TENNYSONIAN FRAGMENT, by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY First Line: So in the village inn the poet dwelt | |||
So in the village inn the poet dwelt. His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch, His cousin's work, her empty labour, left. But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung And lingered all about the broidered flowers. Then came his landlord, saying in broad Scotch, `Smoke plug, mon,' whom he looked at doubtfully. Then came the grocer saying, `Hae some twist At tippence,' whom he answered with a qualm. But when they left him to himself again, Twist, like a fiend's breath from a distant room Diffusing through the passage, crept; the smell Deepening had power upon him, and he mixt His fancies with the billow-lifted bay Of Biscay, and the rollings of a ship. And on that night he made a little song, And called his song `The Song of Twist and Plug,' And sang it; scarcely could he make or sing. `Rank is black plug, though smoked in wind and rain; And rank is twist, which gives no end of pain; I know not which is ranker, no, not I. `Plug, art thou rank? then milder twist must be; Plug, thou art milder: rank is twist to me. O twist, if plug be milder, let me buy. `Rank twist, that seems to make me fade away, Rank plug, that navvies smoke in loveless clay, I know not which is ranker, no, not I. `I fain would purchase flake, if that could be; I needs must purchase plug, ah, woe is me! Plug and a cutty, a cutty, let me buy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLADE OF THE BEST PIPE by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY BREKEKEKEX KOAX KOAX by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY THE WASTED DAY by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY MOONLIGHT NORTH AND SOUTH by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY DECEMBER DAY by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY AFTER MANY DAYS by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY ANDREW M'CRIE by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY BANISHED BEJANT by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY MOONLIGHT NORTH AND SOUTH by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY POET'S HAT by ROBERT FULLER MURRAY |
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