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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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



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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