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My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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 ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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



A SYMPHONY IN SMOKE.








A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;

To dream in silken hammockette,
And sing and swing beneath the trees,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

Her Christian name is Violet;
Her eyes are blue as summer skies;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

As calm as babe in bassinette,
She swingeth in the summer breeze,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

She ponders o'er a novelette;
Her parasol is Japanese;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

She loves a fume without a fret;
Her frills are white, her frock _cerise_,--
A pretty, pouting, piquant pet.

She almost goes to sleep, and yet,
Half-lulled by booming honey-bees,
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

A winsome, clever, cool coquette,
Who flouts all Grundian decrees,--
pretty, pouting, piquant pet,
That loves to smoke a cigarette.

_Harper's Bazaar_.





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