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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



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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