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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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