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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



TOBACCO.








Let poets rhyme of what they will,
Youth, Beauty, Love, or Glory, still
My theme shall be Tobacco!
Hail, weed, eclipsing every flow'r,
Of thee I fain would make my bow'r,
When fortune frowns, or tempests low'r,
Mild comforter of woe!

They say in truth an angel's foot
First brought to life thy precious root,
The source of every pleasure!
Descending from the skies he press'd
With hallowed touch Earth's yielding breast;
Forth sprang the plant, and then was bless'd,
As man's chief treasure!

Throughout the world who knows thee not?
Of palace and of lowly cot
The universal guest,--
The friend of Gentile, Turk, and Jew,
To all a stay, to none untrue,
The balm that can our ills subdue,
And soothe us into rest!

With thee the poor man can abide
Oppression, want, the scorn of pride,
The curse of penury.
Companion of his lonely state,
He is no longer desolate,
And still can brave an adverse fate
With honest worth and thee!

All honor to the patriot bold
Who brought, instead of promised gold,
Thy leaf to Britain's shore.
It cost him life; but thou shalt raise
A cloud of fragrance to his praise,
And bards shall hail in deathless lays
The valiant knight of yore.

Ay, Raleigh! thou wilt live till Time
Shall ring his last oblivious chime,
The fruitful theme of story;
And man in ages hence shall tell
How greatness, virtue, wisdom, fell,
When England sounded out thy knell,
And dimmed her ancient glory.

And thou, O plant! shalt keep his name
Unwithered in the scroll of fame,
And teach us to remember;
He gave with thee content and peace,
Bestow'd on life a longer lease,
And bidding every trouble cease,
Made summer of December.

THOMAS JONES.





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