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Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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



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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