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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...


Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand
What the ladies and gentlemen see in your face,
That you are in fashion all over the land,
And I am so much fallen into disgrace.

"Do but see what a pretty contemplative air
I give to the company,--pray do but note 'em,--
You would think that the wise men of Greece were all there,
Or, at least, would suppose them the wise men of Gotham.

"My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses,
While you are a nuisance where'er you appear;
There is nothing but snivelling and blowing of noses,
Such a noise as turns any man's stomach to hear."

Then, lifting his lid in a delicate way,
And opening his mouth with a smile quite engaging.
The Box in reply was heard plainly to say,
"What a silly dispute is this we are Waging!

"If you have a little of merit to claim,
You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed;
And I, if I seem to deserve any blame,
The before-mentioned drug in apology plead.

"Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own,
No room for a sneer, much less a cachinnus;
We are vehicles, not of tobacco alone,
But of anything else they may choose to put in us."


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