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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...



TOBACCO.








The Indian weed, withered quite,
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily-white,
Shows thee to be a mortal wight;
And even such, gone with a touch,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Thinke thou beholdst the vanity
Of worldly stuffe, gone with a puffe,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soule defil'd with sin,
And then the fire it doth require.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind,
May serve to put thee still in mind,
That unto dust return thou must.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

GEORGE WITHER, 1620.





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