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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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



VIRGINIA TOBACCO.








Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwelt;
Neither, alas! of love so true
The bitter pang had felt.

But age comes on, they say, apace,
To warn us of our death,
And wrinkles mar the fairest face,--
At last it stops our breath.

One of these dames tormented sore
With that curst pang, toothache,
Was at a loss for such a bore
What remedy to take.

"I've heard," thought she, "this ill to cure,
A pipe is good, they say.
Well then, tobacco I'll endure,
And smoke the pain away."

The pipe was lit, the tooth soon well,
And she retired to rest,
When then the other ancient belle
Her spinster maid addressed,--

"Let me request a favor, pray"--
"I'll do it if I can"--
"Oh! well, then, love, smoke every day,
_You smell so like a man!_"

Attributed to JOHN STANLEY GREGSON.





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