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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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



A SONG WITHOUT A NAME.








AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_."


'Twas in Queen Bess's golden days
That smoking came in fashion;
And from the court it quickly spread
Throughout the English nation.
The courtiers first the lesson learnt,
And burn'd the fragrant treasure;
And e'en the queen herself, 'tis said,
Would sometimes share the pleasure.
But this is true, I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

Then learned men and lawyers wise
And grave divines and doctors
Found smoking help'd to clear the brain,
And puff'd away in flocks, sirs;
Then business men and humble clerks
And laborer and peasant
By smoking care would drive away,
And make this life more pleasant.
For this is true. I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

And from these times we modern men
Great glory do inherit,
And wealth and learning and the strength
Which makes the English spirit.
We have no care, we fear no foe,
We pass our lifetime gayly,
But little think how much we owe
To great Sir Walter Raleigh.
For this is true, I will maintain,--
And I am far from joking,--
Of all the pleasures men have found
There's none to equal smoking.

W. LLOYD.





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