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Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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



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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