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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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



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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