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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...



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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