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Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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