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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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



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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