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Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...



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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