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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...



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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