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Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...



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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