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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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