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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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



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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