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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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



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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