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How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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



CHOOSING A WIFE BY A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Tube, I love thee as my life;
By thee I mean to choose a wife.
Tube, thy _color_ let me find,
In her _skin_, and in her _mind_.
Let her have a _shape_ as fine;
Let her breath be sweet as thine;
Let her, when her lips I kiss,
_Burn_ like thee, to give me bliss;
Let her, in some _smoke_ or other,
All my failings kindly smother.
Often when my thoughts are _low_,
Send them where they ought to go;
When to study I incline,
Let her aid be such as thine;
Such as thine the charming power
In the vacant social hour.
Let her live to give delight,
Ever _warm_ and ever _bright_;
Let her deeds, whene'er she dies,
Mount as incense to the skies.

_Gentleman's Magazine_.





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