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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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