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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

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


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.




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