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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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



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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