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To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...



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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