Leave Cod, tobacco-like, burnt gums to take, Or fumy clysters, thy moist lungs to bake: Arsenic would thee fit for society make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |