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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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 ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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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