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Smoking Poems

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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