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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



TO A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest,
Belov'd and honored by the wise,
Come filled with honest "Weekly's best,"
And kindled from the lofty skies.

While round me clouds of incense roll,
With guiltless joys you charm the sense,
And nobler pleasure to the soul
In hints of moral truth dispense.

Soon as you feel th' enliv'ning ray,
To dust you hasten to return,
And teach me that my earliest day
Began to give me to the urn.

But though thy grosser substance sink
To dust, thy purer part aspires;
This when I see, I joy to think
That earth but half of me requires.

Like thee, myself am born to die,
Made half to rise, and half to fall.
Oh, could I, while my moments fly,
The bliss you give me give to all!

_Gentleman's Magazine_, July, 1745.




In the smoke of my dear cigarito
Cloud castles rise gorgeous and tall;
And Eros, divine muchachito,
With smiles hovers over it all.

But dreaming, forgetting to cherish
The fire at my lips as it dies,
The dream and the rapture must perish,
And Eros descend from the skies.

O wicked and false muchachito,
Your rapture I yet may recall;
But, like my re-lit cigarito,
A bitterness tinges it all.

CAMILLA K. VON K.





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