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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

'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, ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...



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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