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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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



EPITAPH








_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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