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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



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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