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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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...

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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



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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