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A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...



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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