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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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



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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