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Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...



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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