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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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



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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