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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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