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To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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



"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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