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

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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



A VALENTINE.








What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe'er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling's kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shall be my Valentine.

ANON.





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