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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...



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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