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Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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



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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