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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...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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



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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