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Smoking Poems

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

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 ...



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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