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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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



ANOTHER MATCH.








_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._


If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed,
Oh! we would live together
And love the jolly weather,
And bask in sunshine golden,
Rare pals of choicest breed;
If love were dhudeen olden,
And I were like the weed.

If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine,
We'd hatch up wicked treason,
And spoil each smoker's reason,
Till he grew penitential,
And turned a bilious green;
If you were oil essential,
And I were nicotine.

If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.
We'd live and sneeze together,
Shut out from all the weather,
And anti-snuffers snarling,
In neckties orthodox;
If you were snuff, my darling,
And I, your love, the box.

If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke,
We'd skyward fly together,
As light as any feather;
And flying high as Homer,
His gray old ghost we'd choke;
If you were the aroma,
And I were simply smoke.

From _Cope's Tobacco Plant_.





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