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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...



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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