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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...



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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