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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...



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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