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Poem
October 3, 1801
Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
Humorous satirical poem celebrating the prominent, red nose of the speaker's landlady, exaggerating its size, color, and features in a series of rhymed quatrains, with implications of heavy drinking.
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MY LANDLADY'S NOSE.
O'ER the evils of life 'tis a folly to fret,
Despondence and grief never mended them yet:
Then a fig for the world—let it come as it goes,
I'll sing to the praise of my Landlady's Nose.
My Landlady's Nose is in noble condition,
For longitude, latitude, shape and position;
'Tis as round as a horn, and as red as a rose,
Success to the bulk of my Landlady's Nose.
To Jewellers' shops let your ladies repair,
For trinkets and nick-nacks to give them an air;
Here living carbuncles a core of 'em glows
On the big ruby sides of my Landlady's Nose.
Old Patrick M'Dougherty when on the fuddle,
Pulls out a segar, and looks up to her noddle;
For Dougherty wears, when he wigs a good dose,
By St. Mary's firebrand, my Landlady's Nose.
Ye whey-wash butter-milk drinkers o' cold,
Come here and the virtues of brandy behold;
Here's red burning Etna, a mountain of snows,
Would roar down in streams from my Landlady's Nose.
Each cavern profound of this snuff-loving snout,
Is furnish'd within, Sir, as well as without;
O'er the brown upper lip such a cordial flows,
O! the cordial brown drops of my Landlady's Nose.
But, gods! when this trunk with an up-lifted arm,
She grasps in the dish-clout to blow an alarm:
Horns, trumpets, and coaches are but creaking of crows,
To the loud thund'ring twang of my Landlady's Nose.
My Landlady's Nose unto me is a treasure,
A care-killing potion—a fountain of pleasure;
If I want for a laugh to discard all my woes,
I only look up to my Landlady's Nose.
O'ER the evils of life 'tis a folly to fret,
Despondence and grief never mended them yet:
Then a fig for the world—let it come as it goes,
I'll sing to the praise of my Landlady's Nose.
My Landlady's Nose is in noble condition,
For longitude, latitude, shape and position;
'Tis as round as a horn, and as red as a rose,
Success to the bulk of my Landlady's Nose.
To Jewellers' shops let your ladies repair,
For trinkets and nick-nacks to give them an air;
Here living carbuncles a core of 'em glows
On the big ruby sides of my Landlady's Nose.
Old Patrick M'Dougherty when on the fuddle,
Pulls out a segar, and looks up to her noddle;
For Dougherty wears, when he wigs a good dose,
By St. Mary's firebrand, my Landlady's Nose.
Ye whey-wash butter-milk drinkers o' cold,
Come here and the virtues of brandy behold;
Here's red burning Etna, a mountain of snows,
Would roar down in streams from my Landlady's Nose.
Each cavern profound of this snuff-loving snout,
Is furnish'd within, Sir, as well as without;
O'er the brown upper lip such a cordial flows,
O! the cordial brown drops of my Landlady's Nose.
But, gods! when this trunk with an up-lifted arm,
She grasps in the dish-clout to blow an alarm:
Horns, trumpets, and coaches are but creaking of crows,
To the loud thund'ring twang of my Landlady's Nose.
My Landlady's Nose unto me is a treasure,
A care-killing potion—a fountain of pleasure;
If I want for a laugh to discard all my woes,
I only look up to my Landlady's Nose.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
Song
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Landlady Nose
Satirical Praise
Drinking Humor
Red Nose
Pub Verse
Poem Details
Title
My Landlady's Nose.
Subject
Praise Of Landlady's Nose
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
O'er The Evils Of Life 'Tis A Folly To Fret,
Despondence And Grief Never Mended Them Yet:
Then A Fig For The World—Let It Come As It Goes,
I'll Sing To The Praise Of My Landlady's Nose.
'Tis As Round As A Horn, And As Red As A Rose,
Success To The Bulk Of My Landlady's Nose.
Here's Red Burning Etna, A Mountain Of Snows,
Would Roar Down In Streams From My Landlady's Nose.
My Landlady's Nose Unto Me Is A Treasure,
A Care Killing Potion—A Fountain Of Pleasure;
If I Want For A Laugh To Discard All My Woes,
I Only Look Up To My Landlady's Nose.