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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...



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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