364.
364.
I’m black or white, I’m brown or gray,I’m tall or flat, I’m grave or gay,As soft as wool, or stiff as tin,A nest for wits to nestle in.I hold great intellects, yet oftAm bothered with the weak and soft,And sometimes crusty, hard, and thickThey fill me with well burned brick.Fashion controls me, yet I wearSome aspects to make fashion stare.Though always for one place designed,I change as often as the wind.I’m dumb, and yet, in spite of that,Make more than half of every “Chat,”I’m mild—yet none can hate—(don’t doubt me)Nor raise a fighting-cock without me.
I’m black or white, I’m brown or gray,I’m tall or flat, I’m grave or gay,As soft as wool, or stiff as tin,A nest for wits to nestle in.I hold great intellects, yet oftAm bothered with the weak and soft,And sometimes crusty, hard, and thickThey fill me with well burned brick.Fashion controls me, yet I wearSome aspects to make fashion stare.Though always for one place designed,I change as often as the wind.I’m dumb, and yet, in spite of that,Make more than half of every “Chat,”I’m mild—yet none can hate—(don’t doubt me)Nor raise a fighting-cock without me.
I’m black or white, I’m brown or gray,
I’m tall or flat, I’m grave or gay,
As soft as wool, or stiff as tin,
A nest for wits to nestle in.
I hold great intellects, yet oft
Am bothered with the weak and soft,
And sometimes crusty, hard, and thick
They fill me with well burned brick.
Fashion controls me, yet I wear
Some aspects to make fashion stare.
Though always for one place designed,
I change as often as the wind.
I’m dumb, and yet, in spite of that,
Make more than half of every “Chat,”
I’m mild—yet none can hate—(don’t doubt me)
Nor raise a fighting-cock without me.
365.
In every home I stand confessed,A friend of quiet, peace, and rest;Take off my head, and on your headMy streamers rise, black, brown, or red;Cut now again, and take my neck off,You leave my substance not a speck of,But, with ethereal lightness gay,I pass in idle breath away.
In every home I stand confessed,A friend of quiet, peace, and rest;Take off my head, and on your headMy streamers rise, black, brown, or red;Cut now again, and take my neck off,You leave my substance not a speck of,But, with ethereal lightness gay,I pass in idle breath away.
In every home I stand confessed,
A friend of quiet, peace, and rest;
Take off my head, and on your head
My streamers rise, black, brown, or red;
Cut now again, and take my neck off,
You leave my substance not a speck of,
But, with ethereal lightness gay,
I pass in idle breath away.
366. What relation is the door-mat to the scraper?
367. In what do grave and gay people differ at church?
368. What sea would make the best sleeping-room?