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Smoking Poems

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



HOW IT ONCE WAS.








Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood,
Or rather, sat,
Drank beer in plenty, ate abundant food;
For they to ancient customs still were true,
And smoked, and smoked, because they surely knew
What they were at.

William the Testy ruled New Amsterdam,--
A tall man he,--
Whose rule was meant by him to be no sham,
But rather like the stern paternal style
That sways the city now. He made the while
A rough decree.

He ordered that the pipes should cease to smoke,
From that day on.
The people took the order as a joke;
They did not think, who smoked from childhood up,
That one man such delight would seek to stop,
Even in fun.

But when at last it dawned upon their minds
That this was meant,
They closed their houses, shut their window blinds,
Brought forth tobacco from their ample hoard,
And to the governor's house with one accord
The burghers went.

They carried chairs, and sat without a word
Before his porch,
And smoked, and smoked, and not a sound was heard,
Till Kieft came forth to take the morning air,
With speech that would have burned them then and there
If words could scorch.

But they, however savagely he spoke,
Made no reply.
Higher and thicker rose the clouds of smoke,
And Kieft, perceiving that they would be free
Tried not to put in force his harsh decree,
But let it die.

_New York Sun_.





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