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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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