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My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...



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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