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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

'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...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...



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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