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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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



MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.








I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath the claret warm,
The sherry of an ancient brand.
No Persian pomp, you understand,--
A soup, a fish, two meats, and then
A salad fit for aldermen
(When aldermen, alas the days!
Were really worth their _mayonnaise_);
A dish of grapes whose clusters won
Their bronze in Carolinian sun;
Next, cheese--for you the Neufchatel,
A bit of Cheshire likes me well;
Cafe au lait or coffee black,
With Kirsch or Kuemmel or cognac
(The German band in Irving Place
By this time purple in the face);
Cigars and pipes. These being through,
Friends shall drop in, a very few--
Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.
When these are guests I bolt the door,
With "Not at home" to any one
Excepting Alfred Tennyson.

ANON.





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