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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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



A VALENTINE.








What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe'er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling's kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shall be my Valentine.

ANON.





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