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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

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

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,...



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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