<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tennyson Fragment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So in the village inn the poet dwelt.<br>His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,<br>His cousin's work, her empty labour, left.<br>But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung<br>And lingered all about the broidered flowers.<br>Then came his landlord, saying in broad Scotch,<br>`Smoke plug, mon,' whom he looked at doubtfully.<br>Then came the grocer saying, `Hae some twist<br>At tippence,' whom he answered with a qualm.<br>But when they left him to himself again,<br>Twist, like a fiend's breath from a distant room<br>Diffusing through the passage, crept; the smell<br>Deepening had power upon him, and he mixt<br>His fancies with the billow-lifted bay<br>Of Biscay, and the rollings of a ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on that night he made a little song,<br>And called his song `The Song of Twist and Plug,'<br>And sang it; scarcely could he make or sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Rank is black plug, though smoked in wind and rain;<br>And rank is twist, which gives no end of pain;<br>I know not which is ranker, no, not I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Plug, art thou rank? then milder twist must be;<br>Plug, thou art milder: rank is twist to me.<br>O twist, if plug be milder, let me buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Rank twist, that seems to make me fade away,<br>Rank plug, that navvies smoke in loveless clay,<br>I know not which is ranker, no, not I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I fain would purchase flake, if that could be;<br>I needs must purchase plug, ah, woe is me!<br>Plug and a cutty, a cutty, let me buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506950" data-title="A Tennyson Fragment de Robert Fuller Murray" data-description="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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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