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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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



SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.








When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose
Was just the very one you might suppose.
Love keep a shop?--his trade, oh! quickly name!
A dealer in tobacco--fie, for shame!
No less than true, and set aside all joke,
From oldest time he ever dealt in smoke;
Than smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;
Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;
His capital all smoke, smoke all his store,
'Twas nothing else; but lovers ask no more--
And thousands enter daily at his door!
Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be
The trade most suited to his faculty:
Fed by the vapors of their heart's desire,
No other food his votaries require;
For that they seek--the favor of the fair--
Is unsubstantial as the smoke and air.

JACOB CATS: _Moral Emblems_.





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