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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








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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