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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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


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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