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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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



MOTTO FOR A TOBACCO JAR.








Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid,
But woo the goddess through a yard of clay;
And soon you'll own she is the fairest maid
To stifle pain, and drive old Care away.
Nor deem it waste; what though to ash she burns,
If for your outlay you get good returns!





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