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'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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