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'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

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 Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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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