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To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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