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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...



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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