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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...



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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