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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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



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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Previous: A BRIEF PUFF OF SMOKE.



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