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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



MY PIPE.








When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Smoking Song._





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