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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



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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