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

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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



TO AN OLD PIPE.








Once your smoothly polished face
Nestled lightly in a case;
'Twas a jolly cosy place,
I surmise;

And a zealous subject blew
On your cheeks, until they grew
To the fascinating hue
Of her eyes.

Near a rusty-hilted sword,
Now upon my mantel-board,
Where my curios are stored,
You recline.

You were pleasant company when
By the scribbling of her pen
I was sent the ways of men
To repine.

Tell me truly (you were there
When she ceased that debonair
Correspondence and affair)
I suppose

That she laughed and smiled all day;
Or did gentle tear-drops stray
Down her charming _retroussee_
Little nose?

Where the sunbeams, coyly still,
Fall upon the mantel-sill,
You perpetually will
Silence woo;

And I fear that she herself,
By the little chubby elf.
Will be laid upon the shelf
Just as you.

DE WITT STERRY.





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