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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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



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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