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Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...



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_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OVER HER
GRAVE._


Let no cold marble o'er my body rise--
But only earth above, and sunny skies.
Thus would I lowly lie in peaceful rest,
Nursing the Herb Divine from out my breast.
Green let it grow above this clay of mine,
Deriving strength from strength that I resign.
So in the days to come, when I'm beyond
This fickle life, will come my lovers fond,
And gazing on the plant, their grief restrain
In whispering, "Lo! dear Anna blooms again!"





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