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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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



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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