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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



SEASONABLE SWEETS.








"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.


When the year is young, what sweets are flung
By the violets, hiding, dim,
And the lilac that sways her censers high,
Whilst the skylark chants a hymn!
How sweet is the scent of the daffodil bloom,
When blithe spring decks each spray,
And the flowering thorn sheds rare perfume
Through the beautiful month of May!
What a dainty pet is the mignonette,
Whose sweets wide scattered are!
But sweeter to me than all these yet
Is the scent of a prime cigar!

Delicious airs waft the fields of June,
When the beans are all in flower;
The woodruff is fragrant in the hedge,
And the woodbine in the bower.
Sweet eglantine doth her garlands twine
For the blithe hours as they run,
And balmily sighs the meadow-sweet,
That is all in love with the sun,
Whilst new-mown hay o'er the hedgerows gay
Flings odorous airs afar;
Yet sweeter than these on the passing breeze
Is the scent of a prime cigar.

When all the beauties of Flora's court
Smile on the gay parterre,
What glorious color, what exquisite form,
And dainty scents are there!
They bask in the beam, and bend by the stream,
Like beautiful nymphs at play,
Holding dew-pearls up in each nectar cup
To the glorious God of Day.
Oh, their lives are sweet, but all too brief,
And death doth their sweetness mar;
But fragrance fine is forever thine,
My well-beloved cigar!

C.





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