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

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...



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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