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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...



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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