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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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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