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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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



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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