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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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



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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