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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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



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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