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My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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



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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