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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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



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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