Rose's red, vi'lets blue. Sugar is sweet but not lak you. De vi'lets fade, de roses fall; But you gits sweeter, all in all. As shore as de grass grows 'round de stump, You is my darlin' Sugar Lump. W'en de sun d... Read more of Roses Red at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...



If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the jolly weather,
And bask in sunshine golden,
Rare pals of choicest breed;
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed.

If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine,
We'd hatch up wicked treason,
And spoil each smoker's reason,
Till he grew penitential,
And turned a bilious green;
If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine.

If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.
We'd live and sneeze together,
Shut out from all the weather,
And anti-snuffers snarling,
In neckties orthodox;
If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.

If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke,
We'd skyward fly together,
As light as any feather;
And flying high as Homer,
His gray old ghost we'd choke;
If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke.

From _Cope's Tobacco Plant_.


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