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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...



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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