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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...



PIPE AND TOBACCO.








When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life it brings to mind.

Noble weed! that comforts life,
And art with calmest pleasures rife;
Heaven grant thee sunshine and warm rain,
And to thy planter health and gain.

Through thee, friend of my solitude,
With hope and patience I'm endued,
Deep sinks thy power within my heart,
And cares and sorrows all depart.

Then let non-smokers rail forever;
Shall their hard words true friends dissever?
Pleasure's too rare to cast away
My pipe, for what the railers say!

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 Folk Song._





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