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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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



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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