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A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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



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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