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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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



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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