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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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



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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