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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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



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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