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A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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



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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