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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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



THE BALLADE OF TOBACCO.








When verdant youth sees life afar,
And first sets out wild oats to sow,
He puffs a stiff and stark cigar,
And quaffs champagne of Mumm & Co.
He likes not smoking yet; but though
Tobacco makes him sick indeed,
Cigars and wine he can't forego,--
A slave is each man to the weed.

In time his tastes more dainty are
And delicate. Become a beau,
From out the country of the czar
He brings his cigarettes, and lo!
He sips the vintage of Bordeaux.
Thus keener relish shall succeed
The baser liking we outgrow,--
A slave is each man to the weed

When age and his own lucky star
To him perfected wisdom show,
The schooner glides across the bar,
And beer for him shall freely flow;
A pipe with genial warmth shall glow,
To which he turns in direst need,
To seek in smoke surcease of woe,--
A slave is each man to the weed.





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