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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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



A POT, AND A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Some praise taking snuff;
And 'tis pleasant enough
To those who have got the right knack, O!
But give me, my boys,
Those exquisite joys,
A pot, and a pipe of tobacco.

When fume follows fume
To the top of the room,
In circles pursuing their track, O!
How sweet to inhale
The health-giving gale
Of a pipe of Virginia tobacco.

Let soldiers so bold
For fame or for gold
Their enemies cut, slash, and hack, O!
We have fire and smoke,
Though all but in joke,
In a peaceable pipe of tobacco.

Should a mistress, unkind,
Be inconstant in mind,
And on your affections look black, O!
Let her wherrit and tiff,
'Twill blow off in a whiff,
If you take but a pipe of tobacco.

The miserly elf,
Who, in hoarding his pelf,
Keeps body and soul on the rack, O!
Would he bless and be blest,
He might open his chest
By taking a pipe of tobacco.

Politicians so wise,
All ears and all eyes
For news, till their addled pates crack, O!
After puzzling their brains,
Will not get for their pains
The worth of a pipe of tobacco

If your land in the claw
Of a limb of the law
You trust, or your health to a quack, O!
'Tis fifty to one
They're both as soon gone
As you'd puff out a pipe of tobacco.

Life's short, 'tis agreed;
So we'll try from the weed,
Of man a brief emblem to tack, O!
When his spirit ascends,
Die he must,--and he ends
In dust, like a pipe of tobacco.

_From "The Universal Songster, or Museum of Mirth."_





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