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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

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



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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