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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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



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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