An interjection is a word used to express some sudden emotion of the mind. Thus in the examples,--"Ah! there he comes; alas! what shall I do?" ah, expresses surprise, and alas, distress. Nouns, adjectives, verbs and adverbs become interjectio... Read more of INTERJECTION at Speaking Writing.comInformational Site Network Informational
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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...



"KEATS TOOK SNUFF."








"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the
praise-worthy editorial research of Mr. Burton Forman."


So "Keats took snuff?" A few more years,
When we are dead and famous--eh?
Will they record our pipes and beers,
And if we smoked cigars or clay?
Or will the world cry "Quantum suff"
To tattle such as "Keats took snuff"?

Perhaps some chronicler would wish
To know what whiskey we preferred,
And if we ever dined on fish,
Or only took the joint and bird.
Such facts are quite as worthy stuff,
Good chronicler, as "Keats took snuff."

You answer: "But, if you were Keats--"
Tut! never mind your buts and ifs,
Of little men record their meats,
Their drinks, their troubles, and their tiffs,
Of the great dead there's gold enough
To spare us such as "Keats took snuff."

Well, go your ways, you little folk,
Who polish up the great folk's lives;
Record the follies that they spoke,
And paint their squabbles with their wives.
Somewhere, if ever ghosts be gruff,
I trust some Keats will "give you snuff."

_The Globe_, London.





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