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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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



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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