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Smoking Poems

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.





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