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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...



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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