From the Irish Penny Journal (1840)
From Notes and Queries, July 10, 1869.
"TO MY NOSE (4th S. i. 463; ii. 81, 119.)--Among the poems mentioned on this subject, the following has apparently escaped notice. It appeared in the Irish Penny Journal of Nov. 28, 1840. I do not know the author, but, nevertheless, I think his production is worthy of a corner in "N. and Q."
Sonnet about a Nose
'Tis very odd that poets should suppose
There is no poetry about a nose,
When plain as is the nose upon your face,
A noseless face would lack poetic grace.
Noses have sympathy: a lover knows
Noses are always touched when lips are kissing:
And who would care to kiss where nose was missing?
Why, what would be the fragrance of a rose,
And where would be our mortal means of telling
Whether a vile or wholesome odour flows
Around us, if we owned no sense of smelling?
I know a nose, a nose no other knows,
'Neath starry eyes, o'er ruby lips it grows;
Beauty is in its form and music in its blows.