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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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 thousand dollars made so dear,
To test Lothario's passion, simply said,
"Forego the weed before we go to wed.
For smoke, take flame; I'll be that flame's bright fanner.
To have your Anna, give up your Havana."
But he, when thus she brought him to the scratch,
Lit his cigar, and threw away his match.

ANON.





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