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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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