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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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



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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