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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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



A GOOD CIGAR.








Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
May toy with the cigarette;
But a man, when the time
Of a glorious prime
Dawns forth like a morning star,
Wants the dark-brown bloom
And the sweet perfume
That go with a good cigar.

To lazily float
In a painted boat
On a shimmering morning sea,
Or to flirt with a maid
In the afternoon shade
Seems good enough sport to be;
But the evening hour,
With its subtle power,
Is sweeter and better far,
If joined to the joy,
Devoid of alloy,
That lurks in a good cigar.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O'er hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and to dine
With women and wine
Past poverty pleasures are,--
A man's not bereft
Of all peace, if there's left
The joy of a good cigar.

NORRIS BULL.




A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE: _Sprigs of Laurel_, Act ii. sc. i.





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