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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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



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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