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On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

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



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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