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

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

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...



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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