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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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



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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