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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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