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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...


Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack--O!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.

Let the soldier for fame,
And a general's name,
In battle get many a thwack--O!
Let who will have most,
Who will rule the rooste,
Give me but a pipe of tobacco.

Tobacco gives wit
To the dullest old cit,
And makes him of politics crack--O!
The lawyers i' the hall
Were not able to bawl,
Were it not for a whiff of tobacco.

The man whose chief glory
Is telling a story,
Had never arrived at the smack--O!
Between ever heying,
And as I was saying,
Did he not take a whiff of tobacco.

The doctor who places
Much skill in grimaces,
And feels your pulse running tic-tack--O!
Would you know his chief skill?
It is only to fill
And smoke a good pipe of tobacco.

The courtiers alone
To this weed are not prone;
Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack--O?
'Twas because it inclined
To be honest the mind,
And therefore they banished tobacco.



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