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

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

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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



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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