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Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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



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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