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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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



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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