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

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

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

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...



TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.








Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."





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