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Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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 ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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



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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