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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.





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