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Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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



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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