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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...



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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