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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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



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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