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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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