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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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



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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