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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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



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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