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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



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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