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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...



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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