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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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, ...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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



SEASONABLE SWEETS.








"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.


When the year is young, what sweets are flung
By the violets, hiding, dim,
And the lilac that sways her censers high,
Whilst the skylark chants a hymn!
How sweet is the scent of the daffodil bloom,
When blithe spring decks each spray,
And the flowering thorn sheds rare perfume
Through the beautiful month of May!
What a dainty pet is the mignonette,
Whose sweets wide scattered are!
But sweeter to me than all these yet
Is the scent of a prime cigar!

Delicious airs waft the fields of June,
When the beans are all in flower;
The woodruff is fragrant in the hedge,
And the woodbine in the bower.
Sweet eglantine doth her garlands twine
For the blithe hours as they run,
And balmily sighs the meadow-sweet,
That is all in love with the sun,
Whilst new-mown hay o'er the hedgerows gay
Flings odorous airs afar;
Yet sweeter than these on the passing breeze
Is the scent of a prime cigar.

When all the beauties of Flora's court
Smile on the gay parterre,
What glorious color, what exquisite form,
And dainty scents are there!
They bask in the beam, and bend by the stream,
Like beautiful nymphs at play,
Holding dew-pearls up in each nectar cup
To the glorious God of Day.
Oh, their lives are sweet, but all too brief,
And death doth their sweetness mar;
But fragrance fine is forever thine,
My well-beloved cigar!

C.





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