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Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...



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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