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To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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



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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