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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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