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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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



"KEATS TOOK SNUFF."








"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the
praise-worthy editorial research of Mr. Burton Forman."


So "Keats took snuff?" A few more years,
When we are dead and famous--eh?
Will they record our pipes and beers,
And if we smoked cigars or clay?
Or will the world cry "Quantum suff"
To tattle such as "Keats took snuff"?

Perhaps some chronicler would wish
To know what whiskey we preferred,
And if we ever dined on fish,
Or only took the joint and bird.
Such facts are quite as worthy stuff,
Good chronicler, as "Keats took snuff."

You answer: "But, if you were Keats--"
Tut! never mind your buts and ifs,
Of little men record their meats,
Their drinks, their troubles, and their tiffs,
Of the great dead there's gold enough
To spare us such as "Keats took snuff."

Well, go your ways, you little folk,
Who polish up the great folk's lives;
Record the follies that they spoke,
And paint their squabbles with their wives.
Somewhere, if ever ghosts be gruff,
I trust some Keats will "give you snuff."

_The Globe_, London.





Next: THE BALLAD OF THE PIPE.

Previous: THE DISCOVERY OF TOBACCO.



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