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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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



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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