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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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



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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