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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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



HENRY FIELDING.








Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on land or sea,
The weed is still delightful company.
In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,
We fly to thee for solace once again.
Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,
'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.

ANON.




Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,
That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;
So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,
We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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