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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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



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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