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

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

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

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

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...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...



ON A TOBACCO JAR.








Three hundred years ago or soe,
One worthy knight and gentlemanne
Did bring me here, to charm and chere,
To physical and mental manne.
God bless his soule who filled ye bowle,
And may our blessings find him;
That he not miss some share of blisse
Who left soe much behind him.

BERNARD BARKER.





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