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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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



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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