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Smoking Poems

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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



TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.








Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."





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