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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...



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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