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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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



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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