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A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...



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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