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Smoking Poems

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...



A BACHELOR'S VIEWS.








A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass:--
'Tis thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

Who'd wish to wed?
Poor Cupid's dead
These thousand years, I wager.
The modern maid
Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

In silken gown
To "take" the town
Her first and last ambition.
What good is she
To you or me
Who have but a "position"?

So let us drink
To her,--but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And _sans_ a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.

TOM HALL.





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