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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...



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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