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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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



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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