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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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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