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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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