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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...



IN FAVOR OF TOBACCO.








Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like swine;
But he's a frugal man indeed
That with a leaf can dine,
And needs no napkin for his hands,
His fingers' ends to wipe,
But keeps his kitchen in a box,
And roast meat in a pipe.

SAMUEL ROWLANDS: _Knave of Clubs_ (1611).




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