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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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



CLOUDS.








Mortals say their heart is light
When the clouds around disperse;
Clouds to gather, thick as night,
Is the smoker's universe.

_From the German of Bauernfeld_.





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