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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...



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I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary--
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From here as far as Demerary.

But each has wed some other man,--
Girls always do, I find, in real life,--
And I am left alone to scan
The horizon of my own ideal life.

I still survive. I was, I think,
Not born to run in double harness;
I did not shirk my food and drink
When Nellie married Harry Carnice.

But I am wedded to my pipe!
That faithful friend, nought can provoke it;
Should it grow cold, I gently wipe
Its mouth, then fill it, light, and smoke it.

But it is sweet to kiss; and I
Should love to kiss a wife and pet her--
She scolds? Straight to my pipe I fly;
Her scowls through fragrant smoke look better.

There's merry Maud--with her I'd dare
To brave the matrimonial ocean;
_She_ would not pout or fret, but wear
A constant smile of sweet devotion.

How know I that she will not change,
My wishes at defiance set? Oh!
(Pray this in smallest type arrange)
She smokes--at times--a cigareto.

F.W. LITTLETON HAY.




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