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Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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



A BRIEF PUFF OF SMOKE.








Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig,
Ne'er deemed the smoke-cloud _infra dig._,
In which you could not see his wig,
Involved in clouds of smoke.

Quaint Lamb his wit would oft enshroud
In smoke-igniting laughter loud,
Like summer thunder in the cloud,--
The lightning in the smoke.

Dean Swift "died at the top;" his head
Had drifting clouds when wit had fled:
Dull care lurked in his brain, instead
Of blowing out in smoke.

And Cowper mild--no smoker he,
Bard of the sofa and bohea--
Complained his "dear friend Bull" not free
From lowering Stygian smoke.

Clouds in his non-inebriate nob
Were doomed the tea tables to rob,
Inflicting many a painful throb
On one who could not smoke!

Smoke on! it is the steam of life,
The smoother of the waves of strife;
Where chimneys smoke, or scolds the wife,
The counteraction--smoke.

We ride and work and weave by steam,
Till ages past seem like a dream
In a new world whose dawning beam
Is redolent of smoke.

We travel like a comet wild
On which some distant sun had smiled,
And from his orbit thus beguiled
With a long tail of smoke.

The clouds arise from smoking seas,
And give, with each conveying breeze,
Life to the "weed," and herbs, and trees,
Which turn again to smoke.

All nations smoke! Havana's pother
Smokes friendly with its Broseley brother:
The world's one end puffs to the other,
In amicable smoke.

When plague and pestilence go forth,
And to diseases dire give birth,
Which walk in darkness through the earth,
I clothe myself in smoke.

I smoke through desolating years,
Tabooed from fever, void of fears,
And when some dreaded pest appears,
I call in Doctor Smoke.

Go, reader! perfume ladies' hair
And scent the ringlets of the fair
With eau Cologne and odors rare
Aloof from healthy smoke.

Go babble at the ball and rout,
And smirk with high-born dames who doubt:
Thy flames are quenched, thy fires are out,
And sinking into smoke.

"Better," said Johnson, great in name,
"It were, when poets droop in fame,
To see smoke brighten into flame,
Than flames sink into smoke."

SELIM: _Eclectic Magazine_.





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