tarheel7734
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door –
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door –
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak October;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the Bulldogs of yore – For the rare and radiant Collection whom the angels name Bulldogs of yore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is and nothing more."
But alas it was Mr Askwith rapping on my chamber Door but not with Bulldogs of yore. For he said that bulldogs of yore are never more. But cheer up and as good tidings I bring you a new Bulldog furthermore.
Ok enough cheeky bushiness and ripping off Poe. Getting back into pipe smoking last year I longed to have my Bent Bulldogs that I sold. As I could not find the same pipes I had to replace them with other ones. Here is the progress on the Askwith bent bulldog that I am having commissioned. This will make 4 in my seven day set.
I am looking forward to this pipe and future projects to complete my 7 day set.
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door –
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door –
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak October;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the Bulldogs of yore – For the rare and radiant Collection whom the angels name Bulldogs of yore –
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is and nothing more."
But alas it was Mr Askwith rapping on my chamber Door but not with Bulldogs of yore. For he said that bulldogs of yore are never more. But cheer up and as good tidings I bring you a new Bulldog furthermore.
Ok enough cheeky bushiness and ripping off Poe. Getting back into pipe smoking last year I longed to have my Bent Bulldogs that I sold. As I could not find the same pipes I had to replace them with other ones. Here is the progress on the Askwith bent bulldog that I am having commissioned. This will make 4 in my seven day set.
I am looking forward to this pipe and future projects to complete my 7 day set.