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Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...



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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