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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...



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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