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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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



IN FAVOR OF TOBACCO.








Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like swine;
But he's a frugal man indeed
That with a leaf can dine,
And needs no napkin for his hands,
His fingers' ends to wipe,
But keeps his kitchen in a box,
And roast meat in a pipe.

SAMUEL ROWLANDS: _Knave of Clubs_ (1611).





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