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Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...



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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