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Songs, Merry and Sad
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Tommy Smith
When summer’s languor drugs my veins And fills with sleep the droning times, Like sluggish dreams among my brains, There runs the drollest sort of rhymes, Idle as clouds that stray through heaven And vague as if they were a myth, But in these rhymes is always given A health for old Bluebritches Smith.
Among my thoughts of what is good In olden times and distant lands, Is that do-nothing neighborhood Where the old cider-hogshead stands To welcome with its brimming gourd The canny crowd of kin and kith Who meet about the bibulous board Of old Bluebritches Tommy Smith.
In years to come, when stealthy change Hath stolen the cider-press away And the gnarled orchards of the grange Have fallen before a slow decay, Were I so cunning, I would carve From some time-scorning monolith A sculpture that should well preserve The fame of old Bluebritches Smith.
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Chicago: John Charles McNeill, "Tommy Smith," Songs, Merry and Sad, ed. Callaway, Morgan, Jr., 1962- in Songs, Merry and Sad (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed December 4, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8EHWEQ22HMXUXT8.
MLA: McNeill, John Charles. "Tommy Smith." Songs, Merry and Sad, edited by Callaway, Morgan, Jr., 1962-, in Songs, Merry and Sad, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 4 Dec. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8EHWEQ22HMXUXT8.
Harvard: McNeill, JC, 'Tommy Smith' in Songs, Merry and Sad, ed. . cited in 1850, Songs, Merry and Sad, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 4 December 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=8EHWEQ22HMXUXT8.
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