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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...



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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