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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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



To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to my lips she was clinging,
Her spirit was soothing my soul.
With figure so slender and dapper
I feel the soft touch of it yet,
Adorned in her dainty white wrapper,
How fair is my own cigarette!
'Twere better, perhaps, that we part, love;
'Twere better, if never we'd met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!

Though matchless, by matches she's fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I'm inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E'en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,
The clouds of a sweet cigarette.
'Twere better, etc.

The houris in paradise living
Dissolve in the first love embrace,
Their life to their love freely giving,--
And so with my love 'tis the case;
For when her life's last spark is flying,
Still sweet to the end is my pet,
Who helps me, although she is dying,
To light up a fresh cigarette!
'Twere better, etc.



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