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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...



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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