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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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



AD NICOTINA.








"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._"


Let others sing the praise of wine;
I'll tolerate no queen
But one fair nymph of spotless line,
The gentle Nicotine.
Her breath's as sweet as any flower's,
No matter where it blows,
And makes this dull old world of ours
The color of the rose.

There's not a pang but she can soothe,
Nor spell but she can break,
And e'en the hardest lot can smooth,
And bid us courage take.
Fair Nicotine! thou dost atone
For many an aching heart;
And I for one will gladly own
The magic of thine art.

Ah, "friendly traitress," "loving foe,"
Forgive this loving lay;
For I, thy worshipper, would show
The sweetness of thy sway.
"Sublime tobacco!" may thy reign
Ne'er for one moment cease;
For thou, Great Plant, art kin to brain,
And synonym for peace.

E.H.S.





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