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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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



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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