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My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...



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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