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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...



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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