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Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

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

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



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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