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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...



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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