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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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



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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