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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



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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