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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...



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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