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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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



ODE TO MY PIPE.








O Blessed pipe,
That now I clutch within my gripe,
What joy is in thy smooth, round bowl,
As black as coal!

So sweetly wed
To thy blanched, gradual thread,
Like Desdemona to the Moor,
Thou pleasure's core.

What woman's lip
Could ever give, like thy red tip,
Such unremitting store of bliss,
Or such a kiss?

Oh, let me toy,
Ixion-like, with cloudy joy;
Thy stem with a most gentle slant
I eye askant!

Unseen, unheard,
Thy dreamy nectar is transferred,
The while serenity astride
Thy neck doth ride.

A burly cloud
Doth now thy outward beauties shroud:
And now a film doth upward creep,
Cuddling the cheek.

And now a ring,
A mimic silver quoit, takes wing;
Another and another mount on high,
Then spread and die.

They say in story
That good men have a crown of glory;
O beautiful and good, behold
The crowns unfold!

How did they live?
What pleasure could the Old World give
That ancient miserable lot
When thou wert not?

Oh, woe betide!
My oldest, dearest friend hath died,--
Died in my hand quite unaware,
Oh, Baccy rare!

ANDREW WYNTER.





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