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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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



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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