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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...



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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