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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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



"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.





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