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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

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



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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