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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...



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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