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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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



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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