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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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



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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