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A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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



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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