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The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...



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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