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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...



INSCRIPTION FOR A TOBACCO JAR.








Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise,
You'll find _a jar_ the gates of Paradise.

_Copes Tobacco Plant._





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