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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...



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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