
Ode To Tobacco
by Charles Stuart Calverley
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Black Care, at the horseman’s back Perching, unseatest; Sweet when the morn is gray; Sweet when they’ve cleared away Lunch; and at close of day Possibly sweetest! I have a liking old For thee, though manif…
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