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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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



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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