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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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