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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...



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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